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“IN THE MIDST OF ALARMS.” 


CHAPTER I. 

I N the marble-floored vestibule of the Metropolitan Grand Hotel in 
Bufialo, Professor Stillson Ren mark stood and looked about him 
with the anxious manner of a person unused to the gaudy splendor of 
the modern American house of entertainment. The professor paused 
half-way between the door and the marble counter, because he began 
to fear that he had arrived at an inopportune time, — that something 
unusual was going on. The hurry and bustle bewildered him. A 
man with a stentorian but monotonous and mournful voice was filling 
the air with the information that a train was about to depart for Albany, 
Saratoga, Troy, Boston, New York, and the East. When he came 
to the words ^^The East’’ his voice dropped to a sad minor key, 
as if the man despaired of the fate of those who took their departure 
in that direction. Every now and then a brazen gong sounded sharply, 
and one of the negroes who sat in a row on a bench along the marble- 
panelled wall sprang forward to the counter, took somebody’s hand-bag, 
and disappeared in the direction of the elevator, with the newly-arrivS 
guest following him. Groups of men stood here and there conversing, 
heedless of the rush of arrival and departure around them. 

All this was very strange to the professor, and he felt himself in a 
new world, with whose customs he was not familiar. Nobody paid 
the slightest attention to him as he stood there among it all with his 
satchel in his hand. As he timidly edged up to the counter and tried 
to accumulate courage enough to address the clerk, a young man came 
forward, flung his grip on the polished top of the counter, metaphori- 
cally brushed the professor aside, pulled the bulky register towards 
him, and inscribed his name on the page with a rapidity equalled only 
by the illegibility of the result. 

‘‘Hello, Sam,” he said to the clerk. “How’s things? Get my 
telegram ?” 

“ Yes,” answered the clerk ; “ but I can’t give you 27. It’s been 

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taken for a week. I reserved 85 for you, and had to hold on with 
my teeth to do that.^’ 

The reply of the young man was merely a brief mention of the 
place of torment. 

It is hot,^^ said the clerk, blandly. In from Cleveland 

Yes. Any letters for me V’ 

Couple of telegrams. You’ll find them up in 85.” 

Oh, you were cock-sure I’d take that room ?” 

I was cock-sure you’d have to. It is either that or the fifth 
floor. We’re full. Couldn’t give a better room to the President if he 
came.” 

Oh, well, what’s good enough for the President I can put up 
with for a couple of days.” 

The hand of the clerk descended on the bell. The negro sprang 
forward and took the grip. Eighty-five,” said the clerk ; and the 
drummer and the negro disappeared. 

Is there any place where I could leave my bag for a while ?” 
the professor at last said timidly to the clerk. 

Your bag ?” 

The professor held it up in view. 

‘^Oh! your grip. Certainly. Have a room, sir?” And the 
clerk’s hand hovered over the bell. 

No. At least, not just yet. You see, I’m ” 

“ All right. The baggage-man there to the left will check it for 
you.” 

Any letters for Bond ?” said a man, pushing himself in front of 
the professor. The clerk pulled out a fat bunch of letters from the 
compartment marked B” and handed the whole lot to the inquirer, 
who went rapidly over them, selected two that appeared to be addressed 
to him, and gave the bunch a push towards the clerk, who placed them 
where they were before. 

Although the professor was to a certain extent bewildered by the 
condition of things, there was still in his nature a certain dogged per- 
sistence that had before now stood him in good stead, and which had 
enabled him to distance, in the long run, much more brilliant men. 
He was not at all satisfied with his brief interview with the clerk. He 
resolved to approach that busy individual again, if he could arrest his 
attention. It was some time before he caught the speaker’s eye, as it 
were, but when he did so he said, — 

I was about to say to you that I am waiting for a friend from 
New York who may not yet have arrived. His name is Mr. Richard 
Yates, of the ” 

^‘Oh! Dick Yates. Certainly. He’s here.” Turning to the 
negro, he said, — 

Go down to the billiard-room and see if Mr. Yates is there. If 
he is not, look for him at the bar.” 

The clerk evidently knew Mr. Dick Yates. Apparently not no- 
ticing the look of amazement that had stolen over the professor’s face 
the clerk said, — 

If you wait in the reading-room I’ll send Yates to you when he 


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comes. The boy will find him if he’s in the house ; but he may be 
up-town.” 

The professor, disliking to trouble the obliging clerk further, did 
not ask him where the reading-room was. He inquired instead of a 
hurrying porter, and received the curt but comprehensive answer, — 

“ Dining-room next floor. Reading-, smoking-, and writing-rooms 
up the hall. Billiard-room, bar, and lavatory down-stairs.” 

The professor, after getting into the barber-shop and the cigar-store, 
finally found his way into the reading-room. Numerous daily papers 
were scattered around on the table, each attached to a long clumsy cleft 
arrangement of wood, while other dailies similarly encumbered hung 
from racks against the wall. The professor sat down in one of the 
easy leather-covered chairs, but, instead of taking up a paper, drew a 
thin book from his pocket, in which he was soon so absorbed that he 
became entirely unconscious of his strange surroundings. A light 
touch on the shoulder brought him up from his book into the world 
again, and he saw looking down on him the stern face of a heavily- 
moustached stranger. 

I beg your pardon, sir, but may I ask if you are a guest of this 
house ?” 

A shade of apprehension crossed the professor’s face as he slipped 
the book into his pocket. He had vaguely felt that he was trespass- 
ing when he first entered the hotel, and now his doubts were con- 
firmed. 

‘‘ I — I am not exactly a guest,” he stammered. 

What do you mean by not exactly a guest ?” continued the other, 
regarding the professor with a cold and scrutinizing gaze. A man is 
either a guest or he is not, I take it. Which is it in your case ?” 

I presume, technically speaking, I am not.” 

Technically speaking ! More evasions. Let me ask you, sir, as 
an ostensibly honest man, if you imagine that all this luxury — this — 
this elegance — is maintained for nothing? Do you think, sir, that it 
is provided for any man who has cheek enough to step out of the 
street and enjoy it ? Is it kept up, I ask, for people who are, tech- 
nically speaking, not guests?” 

The expression of conscious guilt deepened on the face of the un- 
fortunate professor. He had nothing to say. He realized that his 
action was too flagrant to admit of defence, so he attempted none. 
Suddenly the countenance of his questioner lit up with a smile, and he 
smote the professor on the shoulder. 

Well, old stick-in-the-mud, you haven’t changed a particle in fif- 
teen years. You don’t mean to pretend you don’t know me?” 

“ You can’t — you can’t be Richard Yates?” 

I not only can, but I can’t be anybody else. I know, because I 
have often tried. Well, well, well, well ! Stilly we used to call you, 
don’t you remember? I’ll never forget that time we sang ^Oft in the 
stilly night’ front of your window when you were studying for the 
exams. You always a quiet fellow. Stilly. I’ve been waiting for 
you nearly a whole day. I was up just now with a party of friends 
when the boy brought me your card. A little philanthropic gather- 


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ing^ — ^sort of mutual benefit arrangement, you know : each of us con- 
tributed what we could spare into a general fund, which was given 
to some deserving person in the crowd/^ 

Yes,” said the professor, dryly. I heard the clerk telling the 
boy where he would be most likely to find you.” 

Oh, you did, eh ?” cried Yates, with a laugh. Yes, Sam gen- 
erally knows where to send for me; but he needn’t have been so 
darned public about it. Being a newspaper man, I know what ought 
to go in print and what should have the blue pencil run through it. 
Sam is very discreet, as a general thing; but then he knew, of course, 
the moment he set eyes on you, that you were an old pal of mine.” 

Again Yates laughed, a very bright and cheery laugh for so evi- 
dently wicked a mao. 

“ Come along,” he said, taking the professor by the arm. We 
must get you located.” 

They passed out into the hall and drew up at the clerk’s counter. 

I say, Sam,” cried Yates, can’t you do something better for us 
than the fifth floor? I didn’t come to Buffalo to engage in ballooning. 
No sky-parlors for me, if I can help it.” 

I’m sorry, Dick,” said the clerk, “ but I expect the fifth floor 
will be gone when the Chicago express gets in.” 

Well, what can you do for us, anyhow?” 

“ I can let you have 518. That’s the next room to yours. Really, 
they’re the most comfortable rooms in the house this weather. Fine 
lookout over the lake. I wouldn’t mind having a sight of the lake 
myself, if I could leave the desk.” 

All right. But I didn’t come to look at the lake, nor yet at the 
railroad-tracks this side, nor at Buffalo Creek either, beautiful and 
romantic as it is, nor to listen to the clanging of the ten thousand loco- 
motives that pass within hearing-distance, for the delight of your 
guests. The fact is, that, always excepting Chicago, Buffalo is more 
like — for the Professor’s sake I’ll say Hades, than any other place in 
America.” 

Oh, Buffalo’s all right,” said the clerk, with that feeling of local 
loyalty which all Americans possess. “ Say, are you here on this 
Fenian snap ?” 

What Fenian snap?” asked the newspaper-man. 

Oh ! don’t you know about it ? I thought the moment I saw 
you that you were here for this affair. Well, don’t say I told you, but 
I can put you on to one of the big guns if you want the particulars. 
They say they’re going to take Canada. I told ’em that I wouldn’t 
take Canada as a gift, let alone fight for it. I’ve been there.” 

Yates’s newspaper instinct thrilled him as he thought of the possi- 
ble sensation. Then the light slowly died out of his eyes when he looked 
at the professor, who had flushed somewhat and compressed his lips as 
he listened to the slighting remarks on his country. 

Well, Sam,” said the newspaper-man at last, it isn’t more than 
once in a lifetime that you’ll find me give the go-by to a piece of news, 
but the fact is, I’m on my vacation just now. About the first I’ve had 
for fifteen years: so you see I must take care of it. No, let the 


“Jivr THE MIDST OF ALARMS” I35 

Argus get scooped, if it wants to. They’ll value my services all the 
more when I get back. No. 518, I think you said 

The clerk handed over the key, and the professor gave the boy the 
check for his valise, at Yates’s suggestion. 

Now get a move on you,” said Yates to the elevator-boy. 
We’re going right through with you.” 

And so the two friends were shot up together to the fifth floor. 


CHAPTER IT. 

The sky-parlor, as Yates had termed it, certainly commanded a 
very extensive view. Immediately underneath was a wilderness of 
roofs. Further along were the railway-tracks that Yates objected to, 
and a line of masts and propeller-funnels marked the windings of 
Buflalo Creek, along whose banks arose numerous huge elevators, each 
marked by some tremendous letter of the alphabet done in white paint 
against the sombre brown of the big building. Still farther to the 
west was a more grateful and comforting sight for a hot day. The 
blue lake, dotted with white sails and an occasional trail of smoke, 
lay shimmering in the broiling sun. Over the water, through the 
distant summer haze, there could be seen the dim line of ihe Canadian 
shore. 

Sit you down,” cried Yates, putting both hands on the other’s 
shoulders and pushing him into a chair near the window. Then, 
placing his finger on the electric button, he added, What will you 
drink ?” 

I’ll take a glass of water, if it can be had without trouble,” said 
Renmark. 

Yates’s hand dropped from the electric button hopelessly to his side, 
and he looked reproachfully at the professor. 

Great heavens!” he cried; have something mild. Don’t go 
rashly in for Buflalo water before you realize what it is made of. Work 
up to it gradually. Try a sherry cobbler or a milk shake as a starter.” 

Thank you, no. A glass of water will do very well for me. 
Order what you like for yourself.” 

Thanks. I can be depended on for doing that.” He pushed the 
button, and, when the boy appeared, said, Bring up an iced cobbler, 
and charge it to Professor Renmark, No. 518. Bring also a pitcher 
of ice-water for Yates, No. 520. There,” he continued, gleefully, 
^^I’m going to have all the drinks, except the ice- water, charged to 
you. I’ll pay the bill, but I’ll keep the account to hold over your 
head in the future. Prof. Stillson Renmark Dr. to Metropolitan 
Grand — one sherry cobbler — one gin sling — one whiskey cocktail, and 
so on. Now then. Stilly, let’s talk business. You’re not married, I 
take it, or you wouldn’t have responded to my invitation so promptly.” 
The professor shook his head. Neither am I. You never had the 
courage to propose to a girl, and I never had the time.” 

“ Lack of self-conceit was not your failing in the old days, Rich- 
ard,” said Renmark, quietly. Yates laughed. 


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Well, it didn’t hold me back any, to my knowledge. Now I’ll 
tell yon how I’ve got along since we attended old Scragmore’s academy 
together fifteen years ago. How time does fly ! When I left I tried 
teaching for one short month. I had some theories on the education 
of our youth which did not seem to chime in with the prejudices the 
school trustees had already formed on the subject.” 

The professor was at once all attention. Touch a man on his 
business and he generally responds by being interested. 

And what were your theories ?” he asked. 

“Well, I thought a teacher should look after the physical as well 
as the mental welfare of his pupils. It did not seem to me that his 
duty to those under his charge ended with mere book-learning.” 

“ I quite agree with you,” said the professor, cordially. 

“ Thanks. Well, the trustees didn’t. I joined the boys at their 
games, hoj)ing my example would have an influence on their conduct 
on the play-ground as well as in the school-room. We got up a rat- 
tling good cricket-club. You may not remember that I stood rather 
better at cricket in the academy than I did in mathematics or gram- 
mar. By handicapping me with sev’^eral poor players and having the 
best players among the boys in opposition, we made .a pretty evenly 
matched team at school -section No. 12. One day at noon we began a 
game. The grounds were in excellent condition, and the opposition 
boys were at their best. My side was getting the worst of it. I was 
very much interested, and when one o’clock came I thought it a pity 
to call school and spoil so good and interesting a contest. The boys 
were unanimously of the same opinion. The girls were happy pic- 
nicking under the trees. So we played cricket all the afternoon.” 

“ I think that was carrying your theory a little too far,” said the 
professor, dubiously. 

“ Just what the trustees thought when they came to hear of it. So 
they dismissed me ; and I think my leaving w'as the only case on 
record where the pupils genuinely mourned a teacher’s departure. I 
shook the dust of Canada from my feet, and have never regretted it. I 
tramped to Buffalo, shaking the dust off my feet at every step. Hello ! 
here’s your drinks at last. Stilly. I had forgotten about them, — an 
unusual thing with me. — That’s all right, boy ; charge it to room 518. 
— Ah ! that hits the spot on a hot day. Well, where was I ? Oh, yes : 
at Buffalo. I got a place on a paper here, at just enough to keep life 
in me; but I liked the work. Then I drifted to Rochester at a big- 
ger salary, afterwards to Albany at a still bigger salary, and of course 
Albany is only a few hours from New York, and that is where all 
newspaper-men ultimately drift to, if they are worth their salt. I saw 
a small section of the war as special correspondent, got hurt, and 
rounded np in the hospital. Since then, although only a reporter, I 
am about the top of the tree in that line, and make enough money to 
pay my poker debts and purchase iced drinks to soothe the asperities of 
the game. When there is anything big going on anywhere in the 
country, I am there, with other fellows to do the drudgery, I writing 
up the picturesque descriptions and interviewing the big men. My 
stuff goes red-hot over the telegraph-wire, and the humble postage- 


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137 


stamp knows my envelopes no more. I am acquainted with every 
hotel clerk that amounts to anything from New York to San Fran- 
cisco. If I could save money I should be rich, for I make plenty, 
but the hole at the top of my trousers-pocket has lost me a lot of cash, 
and I donH seem to be able to get it mended. Now youVe listened 
with your customary patience in order to give my self-esteem, as you 
called it, full sway. I am grateful. I will reciprocate. How about 
yourself?” 

The professor spoke slowly. I have had no such adventurous 
career,” he began. I have not shaken Canadian dust from my feet, 
and have not made any great success. I have simply plodded, and am 
in no danger of becoming rich, although I suppose I spend as little as 
any man. After you were expel — after you left the aca ” 

Don’t mutilate the good old English language. Stilly. You were 
right in the first place. I am not thin-skinned. You were saying 
after I was expelled. Go on.” 

I thought perhaps it might be a sore subject. You remember 
you were very indignant at the time, and ” 

Of course I was, — and am still, for that matter. It was an 
outrage.” 

I thought it was proved that you helped to put the pony in the 
Principal’s ro6m.” 

Oh, certainly. Thxit. Of course. But what I detested was the 
way the Principal worked the thing. He allowed that villain Spink 
to turn evidence against us, and Spink stated I originated the affair, 
whereas I could claim no such honor. It was Spink’s own project, 
which I fell in with, as I did with every disreputable thing proposed. 
Of course the Principal believed at once that I was the chief criminal. 
Do you happen to know if Spink has been hanged yet?” 

I believe he is a very reputable business-man in Montreal, and 
much respected.” 

I might have suspected that. Well, you keep your eye on the 
respected Spink. If he doesn’t fail some day and make a lot of money, 
I’m a Dutchman. But go on. This is digression. 'By the way, just 
push that electric button. You’re nearest, and it is too hot to move. 
Thanks. After I was expelled ?” 

“ After your departure, I took a diploma, and for a year or two 
taught a class in the academy. Then, as I studied during my spare 
time, I got a chance as master of a grammar-school near Toronto, chiefly, 
as I think, through the recommendation of Principal Scragmore. I 
had my degree by this time. Then ” 

There was a gentle tap at the door. 

‘^Come in,” shouted Yates. “Oh, it’s you. Just bring up another 
cooling cobbler, will you, and charge it as before to Professor Renmark, 
room 518. — Yes; and then ?” 

“And then there came the opening in University College, To- 
ronto. I had the good fortune to be appointed. There I am still, 
and there I suppose I shall stay. I know very few people, and am 
better acquainted with books than with men. Those whom I have 
the privilege of knowing are mostly studious persons who have made 


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or will make their mark in the world of learning. I have not had 
your advantage of meeting statesmen who guide the destinies of a great 
empire.’’ 

No, you always were lucky, Stilly. My experience is that the 
chaps who do the guiding are more anxious about their own pockets or 
their own political advancement than they are of the destinies. Still, 
the Empire seems to take its course westward just the same. So old 
Scragmore’s been your friend, has he ?” 

“ He has, indeed.” 

Well, he insulted me only the other day.” 

‘‘ You astonish me. I cannot imagine so gentlemanly and scholarly 
a man as Principal Scragmore insulting anybody.” 

“ Oh, you don’t know him as I do. It was like this. I wanted to 
find out where you were, for reasons that I shall state hereafter. I 
cudgelled my brains, and then thought of old Scrag. I wrote him and 
enclosed a stamped and addressed envelope, as all unsought contributors 
should do. He answered — but I have his reply somewhere. You 
shall read it for yourself.” 

Yates pulled from his inside pocket a bundle of letters which he 
hurriedly fingered over, commenting in a low voice as he did so, “ I 
thought I answered that. Still, no matter. Jingo ! haven’t I paid that 
bill yet? This pass is run out. Must get another.” Then he smiled 
and sighed as he looked at a letter in dainty handwriting, but apparently 
he could not find the document he sought. 

“ Oh, well, it doesn’t matter. I have it somewhere. He returned 
me the prepaid envelope and reminded me that United States stamps 
were of no use in Canada, which of course I should have remembered. 
But he didn’t pay the postage on his own letter, so that I had to fork 
out double. Still, I don’t mind that, only as an indication of his mean- 
ness. He went on to say that of all the members of our class you — 
you ! — w^ere the only one who had reflected credit on it. That was the 
insult. The idea of his making such a statement, when I had told him 
I was on the New York Argus ! Credit to the class, indeed ! I won- 
der if he ever heard of Brown, after he was expelled. You know, of 
course. No? Well, Brown by his own exertions became President 
of the Alum Bank in New York, wrecked it, and got off to Canada 
with a clear half-million. Yes, sir. I saw him in Quebec not six 
months ago. Keeps the finest span and carriage in the city, and lives 
in a palace. Could buy out old Scragmore a thousand times and never 
feel it. Most liberal contributor to the cause of education that there 
is in Canada. He says education made him, and he’s not a man to go 
back on education. And yet Scragmore has the cheek to say that you 
were the only man in the class who reflects credit on it !” 

The professor smiled quietly, as the excited journalist took a cooling 
sip of the cobbler. 

“ You see, Yates, people’s opinions differ. A man like Brown may 
not be Principal Scragmore’s ideal. The Principal may be local in his 
ideals of a successful man or of one who reflects credit on his 
teaching.” 

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do that man good to live in New York for a year. But I’m going to 
get even with him. I’m going to write him up. I’ll give him a col- 
umn and a half, see if I don’t. I’ll get his photograph and publish a 
newspaper portrait of him. If that doesn’t make him quake he’s a 
cast-iron man. Say, you haven’t a photograph of old Scrag that you 
can lend me, have you ?” 

“ I have, but I won’t lend it for such a purpose. However, never 
mind the Principal. Tell me your plans. I am at your disposal for a 
couple of weeks, or longer if necessary.” 

Good boy ! Well, I’ll tell you how it is. I want rest and quiet 
and the woods for a week or two. This is how it happened. I have 
been steadily at the grindstone, except for a while in the hospital, and 
that, you will admit, is not much of a vacation. The work interests 
me, and I am always in the thick of it. Now, it’s like this in the 
newspaper-business ; your chief is never the person to suggest that you 
take a vacation. He is usually short of men and long on things to do, 
so if you don’t worry him into letting you off he won’t lose any sleep 
over it. He’s content to let well enough alone every time. Then there 
is always somebody who wants to get away on pressing business, — 
grandmother’s funeral, and that sort of thing, — so if a fellow is content 
to work right along his chief is quite content to let him. That’s the 
way affairs have gone for years with me. The other week I went over 
to Washington to interview a Senator on the political prospects. I tell 
you what it is. Stilly, without bragging, there are some big men in the 
States whom no one but me can interview. And yet old Scrag says 
I’m no credit to his class! Why, last year my political predictions 
were telegraphed all over this country, and have since appeared in the 
European press. No credit ! By Jove, I would like to have old Scrag 
in a twenty- four-foot ring with thin gloves on for about ten minutes !” 

I doubt if he would shine under those circumstances. But never 
mind him. He spoke, for once, without due reflection, and with per- 
haps an exaggerated remembrance of your school-day offences. What 
happened when you went to Washington ?” 

strange thing happened. When I was admitted to the Sen- 
ator’s library I saw another fellow, whom I thought I knew, sitting 
there. I said to the Senator, ^ I will come when you are alone.’ The 
Senator looked up in surprise, and said, ^ I am alone.’ I didn’t say 
anything, but went on with my interview, and the other fellow took 
notes all the time. I didn’t like this, but said nothing, for the Senator 
is not a man to offend, and it is by not offending these fellows that I 
can get the information I do. Well, the other fellow came out with 
me, and as I looked at him I saw that he was myself. This did not 
strike me as strange at the time, but I argued with him all the way to 
New York and tried to show him that he wasn’t treating me fairly. 
I wrote up the interview with the other fellow interfering all the 
while, so I compromised, and half the time put in what he suggested 
and half the time what I wanted in myself. When the political editor 
went over the stuff he looked alarmed. I told him frankly just how 
I had been interfered with, and he looked none the less alarmed when 
I had finished. He sent at once for a doctor. The doctor metaphor- 


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ically took me apart, and then said to my chief, ^ This man is simply 
worked to death. He must have a vacation, and a real one, with 
absolutely nothing to think of, or he is going to go to pieces, and that 
with a suddenness that will surprise everybody.^ The chief, to my 
astonishment, consented without a murmur, and even upbraided me 
for not going away sooner. Then the doctor said to me, ‘You get 
some companion, — some man with no brains, if possible, who will not 
discuss politics, who has no opinion on anything that any sane man 
would care to talk about, and who couldn’t say a bright thing if he 
tried for a year. Get such a man to go otf to the woods somewhere. 
Up in Maine or in Canada. As far away from post-offices and tele- 
graph-offices as possible. And, by the way, don’t leave your address 
at the Argus office.’ Thus it happened, Stilly, when he described this 
man so graphically, I at once thought of you.” 

“ I am deeply gratified, I am sure,” said the professor, with the 
ghost of a smile, “ to be so promptly remembered in such a connection, 
and if I can be of service to you I shall be very glad. I take it, then, 
that you have no intention of stopping in Buffalo ?” 

“ You bet I haven’t. I’m in for the forest primeval, the murmur- 
ing pines and the hemlock, bearded with moss and green in the some- 
thing or other — I forget the rest. I want to quit lying on paper and 
lie on my back instead, on the sward or in a hammock. I’m going to 
avoid all boarding-houses or delightful summer resorts and go in for 
the quiet of the forest.” 

“ There ought to be some nice places along the lake shore.” 

“No, sir. No lake shore for me. It would remind me of the 
Lake Shore Railroad when it was calm, and of Long Branch when it 
w’as rough. JVb, sir. The woods, the woods, and the woods. I have 
hired a tent and a lot of cooking-things. I’m going to take that tent 
over to Canada to-morrow, and then I propose we engage a man with a 
team to cart it somewhere into the woods, fifteen or twenty miles away. 
We shall have to be near a farm-house, so that we can get fresh butter, 
milk, and eggs. This, of course, is a disadvantage ; but I shall try 
to get near some one who has never even heard of New York.” 

“ You may find that somewhat difficult.” 

“ Oh, I don’t know. I have great hopes of the lack of intelligence 
in the Canadians.” 

“ Often the narrowest,” said the professor, slowly, “ are those who 
think themselves the most cosmopolitan.” 

“Right you are !” cried Yates, skimming lightly over the remark 
and seeing nothing applicable to his case in it. “Well, I’ve laid 
in about half a ton, more or less, of tobacco, and have bought an 
empty jug.” 

“ An empty one ?” 

“Yes. Among the few things worth having that the Canadians 
possess, is good whiskey. Besides, the empty jug will save trouble at 
the custom-house. I don’t suppose Canadian rye is as good as the 
Kentucky article, but you and I will have to scrub along on it for a 
while. And talking of jugs, just press the button once again.” 

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The doctor made no remark, I suppose, about drinking less or 
smoking less, did he 

“ In my case? Well, come to think of it, there was some conver- 
sation in that direction. Don’t remember at the moment just what it 
amounted to ; but all physicians have their little fads, you know. It 
doesn’t do to humor them too much. — Ah, boy, there you are again. 
Well, the professor wants another drink. Make it a gin fiz this time, 
and put plenty of ice in it ; but don’t neglect the gin on that account. 
Certainly: charge it to room 518.” 


CHAPTER III. 

" What’s all this tackle?” asked the burly and somewhat red-faced 
customs-officer at Fort Erie. 

“ This,” said Yates, “ is a tent, with the poles and pegs appertain- 
ing thereto. These are a number of packages of tobacco, on which I 
shall doubtless have to pay something into the exchequer of Her Maj- 
esty. This is a jar used for the holding of liquids. I beg to call your 
attention to the fact that it is at present empty, which unfortunately 
prevents me making a libation to the rites of good-fellowship. What 
my friend has in that valise I don’t know, but I suspect a gambling- 
outfit, and would advise you to search him.” 

My valise contains books principally, with some articles of wear- 
ing-apparel,” said the professor, opening his grip. 

The customs-officer looked with suspicion on the whole outfit, and 
evidently did not like the tone of the American. He seemed to be 
treating the customs department in a light and airy mannerj and the 
officer was too much impressed by the dignity of his position not to 
resent flippancy. Besides, there were rumors of Fenian invasion in 
the air, and the officer resolved that no Fenian should get into the 
country without paying duty. 

Where are yon going with this tent ?” 

I’m sure I don’t know. Perhaps you can tell us. I don’t know 
the country about here. Say, Stilly, I’m off up-town to attend to this 
jug. I’ve been empty too often myself not to sympathize with its 
condition. You wrestle this matter out about the tent. You know 
the ways of the country, whereas I don’t.” 

It was perhaps as well that Yates left negotiations in the hands of 
his friend. He was quick enough to see that he made no headway 
with the officer, but rather the opposite. He slung the jug ostenta- 
tiously over his shoulder, to the evident discomfort of the professor, 
and marched up the hill to the- nearest tavern, whistling one of the 
lately popular war-tunes. 

Now,” he said to the bar-keeper, placing the jug tenderly on the 
bar, fill that up to the nozzle with the best rye you have. Fill it 
with the old familiar juice, as the late poet Omar saith.” 

The bar-tender did as he was requested. 

Can you disguise a little of that fluid in any way so that it may 
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The bar-keeper smiled. How would a cocktail fill the vacancy ?” 
I can suggest nothing better,” replied Yates. If you are sure 
you know how to make it.” 

The man did not resent this imputation of ignorance. He merely 
said, with the air of one who gives an incontrovertible answer, — 

I am a Kentucky man, myself” 

‘‘Shake,” cried Yates, briefly, as he reached his hand across the 
bar. “ How is it you happen to be here ?” 

“ Well, I got into a little trouble in Louisville, and here I am where 
I can at least look at God’s country.” 

“ Hold on,” protested Yates. “ You’re making only 07 ie cocktail.” 

“ Didn’t you say one ?” asked the man, pausing in the compound- 

ing. 

“ Bless you, I never saw one cocktail made in my life. You are 
with me on this.” 

“Just as you say,” replied the other, as he prepared enough for 
two. 

“ Now, I’ll tell you my fix,” said Yates, confidentially. “ I’ve 
got a tent and some camp things down below at the custom-house 
shanty, and I want to get them taken into the woods where I can 
camp out with a friend. I want a place where we can have absolute 
rest and quiet. Do you know the country round here ? Perhaps you 
could recommend a spot.” 

“ Well, for all the time I’ve been here I know precious little about 
the back country. I’ve been down the road to the Falls, but never 
back in the woods. I suppose you want some place by the lake or the 
river ?” 

“No, I don’t. I want to get clear back into the forest, — if there 
is a forest.” 

“Well, there’s a man in to-day from somewhere near Ridgeway, I 
think. He’s got a hay-rack with him, and that would be just the 
thing to take your tent and poles. Wouldn’t be very comfortable 
travelling for you, but it would be all right for fhe tent, if it’s a big 
one.” 

“That will suit us exactly. We don’t care a cent about the com- 
fort. Roughing it is what we came for. Where will I find him ?” 

“Oh, he’ll be along here soon. That’s his team tied there on 
the side-street. If he happens to be in good humor he’ll take your 
things, and as like as not give you a place to camp in his woods. 
Hiram Bartlett’s his name. And, talking of the old Nick himself, 
here he is. — I say, Mr. Bartlett, this gentleman was wondering if 
you couldn’t tote out some of his belongings. He’s going out your 
way.” 

Bartlett was a somewhat uncouth and wiry specimen of the Cana- 
dian farmer, who evidently paid little attention to the subject of dress. 
He said nothing, but looked in a lowering way at Yates with some- 
thing of contempt and suspicion in his glance. 

Yates had one receipt for making the acquaintance of all mankind. 
“ Come in, Mr. Bartlett,” he said, cheerily, “ and try one of my friend’s 
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“I teke mine straight/’ growled Bartlett, gruffly, although he 
stepped inside the open door. I don’t want no Yankee mixtures in 
mine. Plain whiskey’s good enough for any man, if he is a man. I 
don’t take no water, neither. I’ve got trouble enough.” 

The bar-tender winked at Yates as he shoved the decanter over to 
the new-comer. 

Right you are,” assented Yates, cordially. 

The farmer did not thaw out in the least because of this prompt 
agreement with him, but sipped his whiskey gloomily, as if it were a 
most disagreeable medicine. 

What did you want me to take out ?” he said at last. 

A friend and a tent, a jug of whiskey, and a lot of jolly good 
tobacco.” 

How much are you willing to pay ?” 

‘‘ Oh, I don’t know. I’m always willing to do what’s right. How 
would five dollars strike you ?” 

The farmer scowled and shook his head. 

“ Too much,” he said, as Yates was about to offer more. “ ’Tain’t 
worth it. Two-and-a-half w'ould be about the right figure. Don’no 
but that’s too much. I’ll think on it going home and charge you 
what it’s worth. I’ll be ready to leave in about an hour, if that 
suits you. That’s my team on the other side of the road. If it’s 
gone when you come back I’m gone, an’ you’ll have to get somebody 
else.” 

With this Bartlett drew his coat-sleeve across his mouth and de- 
parted. 

“ That’s him exactly,” said the bar-keeper. “ He’s the most can- 
tankerous crank in the township. And say, let me give you a pointer. 
If the subject of 1812 comes up, — the war, you know, — you’d better 
admit that we got thrashed out of our boots ; that is, if you want to 
get along with Hiram. He hates Yankees like poison.” 

“And did we get thrashed in 1812?” asked Yates, who was more 
familiar with current topics than with the history of the past. 

“ Blest if I know. Hiram says we did. I told him once that we 
got what we wanted from old England, and he nearly hauled me over 
the bar. So I give you the warning, if you want to get along with 
him.” 

“ Thank you. I’ll remember it. So long.” 

This friendly hint from the man in the tavern offers a key to the 
solution of the problem of Yates’s success on the New York press. He 
could get news when no other man could. Flippant and shallow as he 
undoubtedly was, he somehow got into the inner confidences of all 
sorts of men in a way that made them give him an inkling of anything 
that was going on for the mere love of him, and Yates often got valu- 
able assistance from his acquaintances which other reporters could not 
get for money. 

The New-Yorker found the professor sitting on a bench by the 
custom-house, chatting with the offlcer, and gazing at the rapidly- 
flowing broad blue river in front of them. 

“ I have got a man,” said Yates, “ who will take us out into the 


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wilderness in about an hour’s time. Suppose we explore the town. I 
expect nobody will run away with the tent till we come back.” 

I’ll look after that,” said the officer; and, thanking him, the two 
friends strolled up the street. They were a trifle late in getting back, 
and when they reached the tavern they found Bartlett just on the point 
of driving home. He gruffly consented to take them if they did not 
keep him more than five minutes loading up. The tent and appurte- 
nances were speedily loaded on the hay-rack, and then Bartlett drove 
up to the tavern and waited, saying nothing, although he had been in 
such a hurry a few moments before. Yates did not like to ask the 
cause of the delay : so the three sat there silently. After a while Yates 
said, as mildly as he could, — 

Are you waiting for any one, Mr. Bartlett?” 

Yes,” answered the driver, in a surly tone. I’m waiting for you 
to go in fur that jug. I don’t suppose you filled it to leave it on the 
counter.” 

By Jove !” cried Yates, springing off, I had forgotten all about 
it, which shows the extraordinary effect this country has on me already.” 
The professor frowned, but Yates came out merrily with the jug in 
his hand, and Bartlett started his team. They drove out of the village 
and up a slight hill, going for a mile or two along a straight and some- 
what sandy road. Then they turned to what Bartlett said in answer 
to a question by the professor was the Ridge Road, and there was no 
need to ask why it was so termed. It was a good highway, but rather 
stony, the road being, in places, on the bare rock. It paid not the 
slightest attention to Euclid’s definition of a straight line, and in this 
respect was rather a welcome change from the average American road. 
Sometimes they passed along avenues of overbranching trees, which were 
evidently relics of the forest that once covered all the district. The 
road followed the ridge, and on each side were frequently to be seen 
wide vistas of lower-lying country. All along the road were com- 
fortable farm-houses ; and it was evident that a prosperous community 
flourished along the ridge. 

Bartlett spoke only once, and then to the professor, who sat next 
to him. 

You a Canadian?” 

« Yes.” 

Where’s he from ?” 

My friend is from New York,” answered the innocent professor. 

Humph !” grunted Bartlett, scowling deeper than ever, after 
which he became silent again. The team was not going very fast, al- 
though neither the load nor the roads were heavy. Bartlett was mut- 
tering a good deal to himself, and now and then brought down his 
whip savagely on one or the other of the horses, but the moment the 
unfortunate animals quickened their pace he hauled them in roughly. 
Nevertheless they were going quickly enough to be overtaking a young 
woman who was walking on alone. Although she must have heard 
them coming over the rocky road, she did not turn her head, but 
walked along with the free and springy step of one who is not only 
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the girl ; the professor was endeavoring to read his thin book as well as 
a man might who is being jolted frequently ; but Yates, as soon as he 
recognized that the pedestrian was young, pulled up his collar, adjusted 
jhis necktie with care, and placed his hat in a somewhat more jaunty 
and fetching position. 

Are you going to offer that girl a ride he said to Bartlett. 

^‘No, l^m not.^’ 

I think that is rather uncivil,’^ he added, forgetting the warning 
he had had. 

You do, eh? Well, you offer her a ride. You hired the team.’^ 

By Jove, I wiiy’ said Yates, placing his hand on the outside of 
the rack and springing lightly to the ground. 

Likely thing,’’ growled Bartlett to the professor, that she’s going 
to ride with the like of him.” 

The professor looked for a moment at Yates politely taking off his 
hat to the apparently astonished young woman, but he said nothing. 

‘‘Fur two cents,” continued Bartlett, gathering up the reins, “I’d 
whip up the horses and let him walk the rest of the way.” 

“ From what I know of my friend,” answered the professor, slowly, 
“ I think he would not object in the slightest.” 

Bartlett muttered something to himself, and seemed to change his 
mind about galloping his horses. 

Meanwhile, Yates, as has been said, took off his hat with great 
politeness to the fair pedestrian, and as he did so he noticed with a thrill 
of admiration that she was very handsome. Yates always had an eye 
for the beautiful. 

“ Our conveyance,” he began, “ is not as comfortable as it might be, 
yet I shall be very happy if you will accept its hospitalities.” 

The young woman flashed a brief glance at him from her dark eyes, 
and for a moment Yates feared that his language had been rather too 
choice for her rural understanding, but before he could amend his phrase 
she answered, briefly, — 

“ Thank you. I prefer to walk.” 

“ Well, I don’t know that I blame you. Might I ask if you have 
come all the way from the village ?” 

“ Yes.” 

“ That is a long distance, and you must be very tired.” There was 
no reply : so Yates continued, “ At least I thought it a long distance ; 
but perhaps that was because I was riding on Bartlett’s hay-rack. There 
is no ‘ downy bed of ease’ about his vehicle.” 

As he spoke of the wagon he looked at it, and, striding forward to 
its side, said in a husky whisper to the professor, — 

“ Say, Stilly, cover up that jug with a flap of the tent.” 

“ Cover it up yourself,” briefly replied the other ; “ it isn’t mine.” 

Yates reached across and in a sort of accidental way threw the flap 
of the tent over the too conspicuous jar. As an excuse for his action 
he took up his walking-cane and turned towards his new acquaintance. 
He was flattered to see that she was loitering some distance behind the 
wagon, and he speedily rejoined her. The girl, looking straight ahead, 
now quickened her pace, and rapidly shortened the distance between 

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herself and the vehicle. Yates, with the quickness characteristic of hira, 
made up his mind that this was a case of country diffidence which was 
best to be met by the bringing down of his conversation to the level 
of his hearer’s intelligence. 

“ Have you been marketing ?” he asked. 

‘‘Yes.” 

“ Butter and eggs, and that sort of thing ?” 

“We are farmers,” she answered, “ and we sell butter and eggs” — 
a pause — “ and that sort of thing.” 

Yates laughed in his light and cheery way. As he twirled his cane 
he looked at his pretty companion. She was gazing anxiously ahead 
towards a turn in the road. Her comely face was slightly flushed, 
doubtless with the exercise of walking. 

“Now, in my country,” continued the New-Yorker, “we idolize 
our women. Pretty girls don’t tramp miles to market with butter 
and eggs.” 

“ Aren’t the girls pretty — in your country ?” 

Yates made a mental note that there was not as much rurality 
about this girl as he had thought at first. There was a piquancy 
about the conversation which he liked. That she shared his enjoyment 
was doubtful, for a slight line of resentment was noticeable on her 
smooth brow. 

“ You bet they’re pretty. I think all American girls are pretty. 
It seems their birthright. When I say American I mean the whole 
continent, of course. I’m from the States myself, — from New York.” 
He gave an extra twirl to his cane as he said this, and bore himself 
with that air of conscious superiority which naturally pertains to a 
citizen of the metropolis. “ But over in the States we think the men 
should do all the work and that the women should — well, spend the 
money. I must do our ladies the justice to say that they attend strictly 
to their share of the arrangement.” 

“ It should be a delightful country to live in, for the women.” 

“ They all say so. We used to have an adage to the effect that 
America was Paradise for women, purgatory for men, and — well, an 
entirely different sort of place for oxen.” 

There was no doubt that Yates had a way of getting along with 
people. As he looked at his companion he was gratified to note just 
the faintest suspicion of a smile hovering about her lips. Before she 
could answer, if she had intended to do so, there was a quick clatter 
of hoofs on the hard road ahead, and next instant an elegant buggy, 
whose slender jet-black polished spokes flashed and twinkled in the 
sunlight, came dashing past the wagon. On seeing the two walking 
together the driver hauled up his team with a suddenness that was 
evidently not relished by the spirited dappled span he drove. 

“ Hello, Margaret,” he cried ; “ am I late ? Have you walked in 
all the way ?” 

“You are just in good time,” answered the girl, without looking 
towards Yates, who stood aimlessly twirling his cane. The young 
woman put her foot on the buggy step and sprang lightly in beside the 
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only on account of the family resemblance between them, but also be- 
cause he allowed her to get into the buggy without offering the slightest 
assistance, which, indeed, was not needed, and graciously permitted her 
to place the duster that covered his knees over her own lap as well. 
The restive team trotted rapidly down the road for a few rods until 
they came to a wide place in the highway, and then whirled around 
seemingly within an ace of upsetting the buggy, but the young man 
evidently knew his business and held them in with a firm hand. The 
wagon was jogging along where the road was very narrow, and Bart- 
lett kept his team stolidly in the centre of the way. 

Hello there, Bartlett,’^ shouted the young man in the buggy ; 
half the road, you know, — half the road/’ 

“ Take it,” cried Bartlett over his shoulder. 

Come, come, Bartlett, get out of the way, or I’ll run you down.” 

You just try it.” Bartlett either had no sense of humor or his 
resentment against his young neighbor smothered it, since otherwise he 
would have recognized that a heavy wagon was in no danger of being 
run into by a light and expensive buggy. The young man kept his 
temper admirably, but he knew just where to touch the elder on the 
raw. His sister’s hand was placed appealingly on his arm. He smiled, 
and took no notice of her. 

Come, now, you move out, or I’ll have the law on you.” 

The law !” raged Bartlett : “ you just try it on.” 

‘^Should think you’d had enough of it by this time.” 

Oh, don’t, don’t, Henry !” protested the girl, in distress. 

There ain’t no law,” yelled Bartlett, that kin make a man with 
a load move out fur anything.” 

You haven’t any load, unless it’s in that jug.” 

Yates saw with consternation that the jug had been jolted out from 
under its covering, but the happy consolation came to him that the two 
in the buggy would believe it belonged to Bartlett. He thought, how- 
ever, that this dog-in-the-manger policy had gone far enough. He 
stepped briskly forward and said to Bartlett, — 

“ Better drive aside a little and let them pass.” 

You ’tend to your own business,” cried the thoroughly enraged 
farmer. 

“ I will,” said Yates, shortly, striding to the horses’ heads. He 
took them by the bits, and, in spite of Bartlett’s maledictions and 
pulling at the lines, he drew them to one side so that the buggy got by. 

“ Thank you,” cried the young man. The light and glittering 
carriage rapidly disappeared up the Ridge Road. 

Bartlett sat there for one moment the picture of baffled rage. 
Then he threw the reins down on the backs of his patient horses and 
descended. You take my horses by the head, do you, you good-fur- 
nuthin’ Yank? You do, eh ? I like your cheek. Touch my horses 
an’ me a-holdin’ the lines! Now you hear me? Your traps comes 
right off here on the road. You hear me?” 

Oh, anybody within a mile can hear you.” 

“Kin they ? Well, off comes your pesky tent.” 

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Don’t it, eh? Well, then, you’ll lick me fust; and that’s some- 
thing no Yank ever did, nor kin do.” 

I’ll do it with pleasure.” 

Come, come,” cried the professor, getting down on the road, “ this 
has gone far enough. Keep quiet, Yates. — Now, Mr. Bartlett, don’t 
mind it. He meant no disrespect.” 

‘‘Don’t you interfere. You’re all right, an’ I ain’t got nothin’ 
ag’in’ you. But I’m goin’ to thrash this Yank within an inch of 
his life; see if I don’t. We met ’em in 1812, an’ we fit ’em, an’ we 
licked ’em, an’ we can do it ag’in. I’ll learn ye to take my horses 
by the head.” 

“ Teach,” suggested Yates, tantalizingly. 

Before he could properly defend himself, Bartlett sprang at him 
and grasped him round the waist. Yates was something of a wrestler 
himself, but his skill was of no avail on this occasion. Bartlett’s right 
leg became twisted around his with a steel-like grip that speedily con- 
vinced the younger man he would have to give way or a bone would 
break. He gave way accordingly, and the next thing he knew he 
came down on his back with a thud that shook the universe. 

“ There, darn ye,” cried the triumphant farmer, “ that’s 1812 and. 
Queenston Heights for ye. How do you like ’em ?” 

Yates rose to his feet with some deliberation, and slowly took off 
his coat. 

“ Now, now, Yates,” said the professor, soothingly, “ let it go at 
this. You’re not hurt, are you ?” he asked, anxiously, as he noticed 
how white the young man was around the lips. 

“ Look here, Renmark ; you’re a sensible man. There is a time 
to interfere and a time not to. This is the time not to. A certain in- 
ternational element seems to have crept into this dispute. Now, you 
stand aside, like a good fellow, for I don’t want to have to thrash both 
of you.” 

The professor stood aside, for he realized that when Yates called 
him by his last name, matters were serious. 

“ Now, old chuckle-head, perhaps you would like to try that 
again.” 

“ I kin do it a dozen times, if ye ain’t satisfied. There ain’t no 
Yank ever raised on pumpkin-pie that can stand ag’in’ that grape-vine 
twist.” 

“ Try the grape-vine once more.” 

Bartlett proceeded more cautiously this time, for there was a look 
in the young man’s face he did not quite like. He took a catch-as- 
catch-can attitude and moved stealthily in a semicircle around Yates, 
who shifted his position constantly so as to keep facing his foe. At 
last Bartlett sprang forward, and the next instant found himself sitting 
on a piece of the rock of the country, with a thousand humming-birds 
buzzing in his head, while stars and the landscape around joined in 
a dance together. The blow was sudden, well placed, and from the 
shoulder. 

“ That,” said Yates, standing over him, “ is 1776, — the Revolu- 
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How do you like it ? Now, if my advice is of any use to you, take a 
broader view of history than you have done. Don’t confine yourself 
too much to one period. Study up the war of the Revolution a bit.” 

Bartlett made no reply. After sitting there for a while until the 
surrounding landscape assumed its normal condition, he arose lei- 
surely, without saying a word. He picked the reins from the backs 
of the horses and patted the nearest animal gently. Then he mounted 
to his place and drove off. The professor had taken his seat beside the 
driver, but Yates, putting on his coat and picking up his cane, strode 
along in front, switching off the heads of Canada thistles with his 
walking-stick as he proceeded. 


CHAPTEE IV. 

Bartlett was silent for a long time, but there was evidently 
something on his mind, for he communed with himself, the mutterings 
growing louder and louder until they broke the stillness; then he 
struck the horses, pulled them in, and began his soliloquy over again. 
At last he said abruptly to the professor, — 

‘^What’s this Revolution he talked about?” 

It was the war of independence, beginning in 1776.” 

Never heard of it. Did the Yanks fight us ?” 

The Colonies fought with England.” 

What Colonies?” 

The country now called the United States.” 

“ They fit with England, eh ? Which licked ?” 

The Colonies won their independence.” 

That means they licked us. I don’t believe a word of it. ’Pears 
to me I’d ’a’ heard of it ; fur I’ve lived in these parts a long time.” 

It was a little before your day.” 

^‘So was 1812; but my father fit in it, an’ I never heard him tell 
of this Revolution. He’d ’a’ known, I sh’d think. There’s a nigger 
in the fence somewheres.” 

Well, England was rather busy at the time with the French.” 

‘^Ah, that was it, was it? I’ll bet England never knew the 
Revolution was a-goin’ on till it was over. Old Napoleon couldn’t 
thrash ’em, and it don’t stand to reason that the Yanks could. I 
thought there was some skullduggery. Why, it took the Yanks four 
years to lick themselves. I got a book at home all about Napoleon. 
He was a tough cuss.” 

The professor did not feel called upon to defend the character of 
Napoleon, and so silence once more descended upon them. Bartlett 
seemed a good deal disturbed by the news he had just heard of the 
Revolution, and he growled to himself, while the horses suffered more 
than usual from the whip and the hauling back that invariably fol- 
lowed the stroke. Yates was some distance ahead, and swinging along 
at a great rate, when the horses, apparently of their own accord, turned 
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towards a large barn past a comfortable frame house with a wide 
veranda in front. 

This is my place,” said Bartlett, shortly. 

I wish you had told me a few minutes ago,” replied the professor, 
springing off, so that I might have called to my friend.” 

I’m not frettin’ about him,” said Bartlett, throwing the reins to 
a young man who came out of the house. 

Renmark ran to the road and shouted loudly to the distant Yates. 
Yates apparently did not hear him, but something about the next 
house attracted the pedestrian’s attention, and after standing for a 
moment and gazing towards the west he looked around and saw 
the professor beckoning to him. When the two men met, Yates 
said, — 

So we have arrived, have we ? I say. Stilly, she lives in the 
next house. I saw the buggy in the yard.” 

‘^She? Who?” 

“ Why, that good-looking girl we passed on the road. I’m going 
to buy our supplies at that house, Stilly, if you have no objections. By 
the way, how is my old friend 1812 ?” 

He doesn’t seem to harbor any harsh feelings. In fact, he was 
more troubled about the Revolution than about the blow you gave 
him.” 

‘^News to him, eh? Well, I’m glad I knocked something into 
his head.” 

You certainly did it most unscientifically.” 

How do you mean — unscientifically?” 

“ In the delivery of the blow. I never saw a more awkwardly 
delivered undercut.” 

Yates looked at his friend in astonishment. How should this calm 
learned man know anything about undercuts or science in blows ? 

Well, you must admit I got there just the same.” 

Yes, by brute force. A sledge-hammer would have done as well. 
But you had such an opportunity to do it neatly and deftly without 
any display of surplus energy, that I regretted to see such an opening 
thrown away.” 

Heavens and earth. Stilly, this is the professor in a new light. 
What do you teach in Toronto University, anyhow? The noble art 
of self-defence?” 

‘‘Not exactly; but if you intend to go through Canada in this 
belligerent manner, I think it would be worth your while to take a few 
hints from me.” 

“ With striking examples, I suppose. By Jove, I will. Stilly.” 

As the two came to the house they found Bartlett sitting in a 
wooden rocking-chair on the veranda, looking grimly down the road. 

“ What an old tyrant that man must be in his home !” said Yates. 
There was no time for the professor to reply before they came within 
earshot. 

“ The old woman’s setting out supper,” said the farmer, grufifly, 
that piece of information being apparently as near as he could get 
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whether it was meant for an invitation or not, but he answered, 
shortly, — 

Thanks, we won^t stay.” 

“ Speak fur yourself, please,” snarled Bartlett. 

Of course I go with my friend,” said Renmark ; but we are 
obliged for the invitation.” 

Please yourselves.” 

What’s that?” cried a cheery voice from the inside of the house, 
as a stout, rosy, and very good-natured-looking woman appeared at the 
front door. Won’t stay? IPAo won’t stay? I’d like to see any- 
body leave my house hungry when there’s a meal on the table. And, 
young men, if you can get a better meal anywhere on the Ridge than 
what I’ll give you, why, you’re welcome to go there next time, but 
this meal you’ll have here, inside of ten minutes. — Hiram, that’s your 
fault. You always invite a person to dinner as if you wanted to 
wrastle with him.” 

Hiram gave a guilty start and looked with something of mute ap- 
peal at the two men, but said nothing. 

Never mind him,” continued Mrs. Bartlett. “You’re at my 
house ; and, whatever my neighbors may say ag’in’ me, I never heard 
anybody complain of the lack of good victuals while I was able to do 
the cooking. Come right in and wash yourselves, for the road between 
here and the fort is dusty enough, even if Hiram never was taken up 
for fast driving. Besides, a wash is refreshing after a hot day.” 

There was no denying the cordiality of this invitation, and Yates, 
whose natural gallantry was at once aroused, responded with the read- 
iness of a courtier. Mrs. Bartlett led the way into the house, but as 
Yates passed the farmer the latter cleared his throat with an effort, 
and, throwing his thumb over his shoulder in the direction his wife 
had taken, said, in a husky whisper, — 

“ No call to — to mention the Revolution, you know.” 

“ Certainly not,” answered Yates, with a wink that took in the 
situation. “Shall we sample the jug before or after supper?” 

“ After, if it’s all the same to you,” adding, “ out in the barn.” 

Yates nodded, and followed his friend into the house. 

The young men were shown into a bedroom of more than ordinary 
size on the upper floor. Everything about the house was of the most 
dainty and scrupulous cleanliness, and an air of cheerful comfort per- 
vaded the place. Mrs. Bartlett was evidently a housekeeper to be 
proud of. Two large pitchers of cool soft water awaited them, and the 
wash, as had been predicted, was most refreshing. 

“ I say,” cried Yates, “ it’s rather cheeky to accept a man’s hospi- 
tality after knocking him down.” 

“ It would be for most people, but I think you underestimate your 
cheek, as you call it.” 

“ Bravo, Stilly ! You’re blossoming out. That’s rapartee, that is. 
With the accent on the rap, too. Never you mind : I think old 1812 
and I will get along all right after this. It doesn’t seem to bother him 
any, so I don’t see why it should worry me. Nice motherly old lady, 
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‘^Who? 1812 

No : Mrs. 1812. I’m sorry I complimented you on your repartee. 
You’ll get conceited. Remember that what in the newspaper-man is 
clever, in a grave professor is rank flippancy. Let’s go down.” 

The table was covered with a cloth as white and spotless as good 
linen can well be. The bread was genuine home-made, a term so often 
misused in the cities. It was brown as to crust and flaky and light as 
to interior. The butter, cool from the rock cellar, was of a lovely 
golden hue. The sight of the well-loaded table was most welcome to 
the eyes of hungry travellers. There was, as Yates afterwards re- 
marked, abundance and plenty of it.” 

Come, father,” cried Mrs. Bartlett, as the young men appeared, 
and they heard the rocking-chair creak on the veranda in prompt 
answer to the summons. 

“ This is my son, gentlemen,” said Mrs. Bartlett, indicating a 
young man who stood in a non-committal attitude near the corner of 
the room. The professor recognized him as the person who had taken 
charge of the horses when his father came home. There was evidently 
something of his father’s demeanor about the young man, who awk- 
wardly and silently responded to the recognition of the strangers. 

And this is my daughter,” continued the good woman. Now, 
what might your names be ?” 

My name is Yates, and this is my friend Professor Renmark, of 
T’ronto,” pronouncing the name of the fair city in two syllables, as 
is, alas ! too often done. The professor bowed, and Yates cordially 
extended his hand to the young woman. How do you do. Miss 
Bartlett ?” he said. I am happy to meet you.” 

The girl smiled very ])rettily, and said she hoped they had a 
pleasant trip out from Fort Erie. 

Oh, we had,” said Yates, looking for a moment at his host, whose 
eyes were fixed on the table-cloth, and who appeared to be quite con- 
tent to let his wife run the show. The road’s a little rocky in places, 
but it’s very pleasant.” 

Now you sit down here, and you here,” said Mrs. Bartlett ; and 
I do hope you have brought good appetites with you.” 

The strangers took their places, and Yates had a chance to look at 
the younger member of the family, which opportunity he did not let 
slip. It was hard to believe that she was the daughter of so crusty a 
man as Hiram Bartlett. Her cheeks were rosy, with dimples in them 
that constantly came and went, in her incessant efforts to keep from 
laughing. Her hair, which hung about her plump shoulders, was a 
lovely golden brown. Although her dress was of the cheapest material, 
it was neatly cut and fitted ; and her dainty white pinafore added that 
touch of wholesome cleanliness that was so noticeable everywhere in 
the house. A bit of blue ribbon at her white throat and a flower 
of the spring just below it completed a charming picture, which a more 
critical and less susceptible man than Yates might have contemplated 
with pleasure. 

Miss Bartlett sat smilingly at one end of the table, and her father 
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on that position as one of vantage for commanding the whole field and 
keeping her husband and her daughter both under her eye. The tea- 
pot and cups were set before the young woman. She did not pour out 
the tea at once, but seemed to be waiting instructions from her mother. 
That good lady was gazing with some sternness at her husband, he 
vainly endeavoring to look at the ceiling or anywhere but at her. He 
drew his open hand nervously down his face, which was of unusual 
gravity even for him. Finally he cast an appealing glance at his wife, 
who sat with her hands folded on her lap, but her eyes were unrelent- 
ing. After a moment’s hopeless irresolution, Bartlett bent his head 
over his plate and murmured, — 

For what we are about to receive, oh, make us truly thankful. 
Amen.” Mrs. Bartlett echoed the last word, having also bowed her 
head when she saw surrender in the troubled eyes of her husband. 

Now, it happened that Yates, who had seen nothing of this silent 
struggle of the eyes, being exceedingly hungry, was making every 
preparation for the energetic beginning of the meal. He had spent most 
of his life in hotels and New York boarding-houses, so that if he ever 
knew the adage “Grace before meals” he had forgotten it. In the 
midst of his preparations came the devout words, and they came upon 
him as a stupefying surprise. Although naturally a resourceful man, 
he was not quick enough this time to cover his confusion. Miss Bart- 
lett’s golden head was bowed, but out of the corner of her eye she saw 
Yates’s look of amazed bewilderment and his sudden halt of surprise. 
When all heads were raised the young girl’s still remained where it was, 
while her plump shoulders quivered. Then she covered her face with 
her apron, and the silvery ripple of a laugh came like a smothered 
musical chime trickling through her fingers. 

“ Why, Kitty cried her mother, in astonishment, “ what ever is 
the matter with you ?” 

The girl could no longer restrain her mirth. 

“ You’ll have to pour out the tea, mother,” she exclaimed, as she 
fled from the room. 

“ For the land’s sake !” cried the astonished mother, rising to take 
lier frivolous daughter’s place, “ what ails the child ? I don’t see what 
there is to laugh at.” 

Hiram scowled down the table, and was evidently also of the 
opinion that there was no occasion for mirth. The professor was 
equally in the dark. 

“ I am afraid, Mrs. Bartlett,” said Yates, “ that I ani the innocent 
cause of Miss Kitty’s mirth. You see, madam, — it’s a pathetic thing 
to say, but really I have had no home life. Although I attend church 
regularly, of course,” he added, with jaunty mendacity, “ I must con- 
fess that I haven’t heard grace at meals for years and years, and — well, 
I wasn’t just prepared for it. I have no doubt I made an exhibition 
of myself which your daughter was quick to see.” 

“ It wasn’t very polite,” said Mrs. Bartlett, with some asperity. 

“ I know that,” pleaded Yates, with contrition, “ but I assure you 
it was unintentional on my part.” 

“ Bless the man !” cried his hostess. “ I don’t mean you. I mean 


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Kitty. But that girl never could keep her face straight. She always 
favored me more than her father.’’ 

This statement was not difficult to believe, for Hiram, at that 
moment, looked as if he had never smiled in his life. He sat silent 
throughout the meal, but Mrs. Bartlett talked quite enough for two. 

^‘Well, for my part,” she said, ‘‘I don’t know what farming’s 
coming to. Henry Howard and Margaret drove past here this after- 
noon as proud as Punch in their new covered buggy. Things is very 
different from what they was when I was a girl. Then a farmer’s 
daughter had to work. Now Margaret’s took her diploma at the ladies’ 
college, and Arthur he’s begun at the University, and Henry’s sporting 
round in a new buggy. They have a piano there, with the organ 
moved out into the back room.” 

The whole Howard lot’s a stuck-up set,” muttered the farmer. 

But Mrs. Bartlett wouldn’t have that. Any detraction that was 
necessary she felt competent to supply, without help from the nom- 
inal head of the house. 

No, I don’t go so far as to say that. Neither would you, Hiram, 
if you hadn’t lost your law-suit about the line fence ; and served you 
right, too, for it wouldn’t have been begun if I had been at home 
at the time. Not but what Margaret’s a good housekeeper, for she 
wouldn’t be her mother’s daughter if she wasn’t that, but it does seem 
to me a queer way to bring up farmers’ children, and I only hope they 
can keep it up. There were no pianos nor French and German in my 
young days.” 

“ You ought to hear her play ! My lands !” cried young Bartlett, 
who spoke for the first time. His admiration for her accomplishment 
evidently went beyond his powers of expression. 

Bartlett himself did not relish the turn the conversation had 
taken, and he looked somewhat uneasily at the two young strangers. 
The professor’s countenance was open and frank, and he was listening 
with respectful interest to Mrs. Bartlett’s talk. Yates bent over his 
plate with flushed face, and confined himself strictly to the business in 
hand. 

I am glad,” said the professor innocently to Yates, “ that you 
made the young lady’s acquaintance. I must ask you for an intro- 
duction.” 

For once in his life Yates had nothing to say, but he looked at his 
friend with an expression that was not kindly. The latter, in answer 
to Mrs. Bartlett’s inquiries, told how they had passed Miss Howard on 
the road, and how Yates, with his usual kindness of heart, had offered 
the young woman the hospitalities of the hay-rack. Two persons at the 
table were much relieved when the talk turned to the tent. It was 
young Hiram who brought about this boon. He was interested in the 
tent, and he wanted to know. Two things seemed to bother the boy. 
First, he was anxious to learn what diabolical cause had been at work 
to induce two apparently sane men to give up the comforts of home 
and live in this exposed manner, if they were not compelled to do so. 
Second, he desired to find out why people who had the privilege of 
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country anyhow. Even after explanations were offered the problem 
seemed still beyond him. 

After the meal they all adjourned to the veranda, where the air 
was cool and the view extensive. Mrs. Bartlett would not hear of the 
young men pitching the tent that night. 

Goodness knows, you will have enough of it, with the rain and 
the mosquitoes. We have plenty of room here, and you will have one 
comfortable night on the Ridge, at any rate. Then in the morning you 
can find a place in the woods to suit you, and my boy will take an axe 
and cut stakes for you and help to put up your precious tent. Only 
remember that when it rains you are to come to the house, or you will 
catch your deaths with cold and rheumatism. It will be very nice till 
the novelty wears off; then you are quite welcome to the front rooms 
up-stairs, and Hiram can take the tent back to Erie the first time he 
goes to town.” 

Mrs. Bartlett had a way of taking things for granted. It never 
seemed to occur to her that any of her rulings might be questioned. 
Hiram sat gazing silently at the road as if all this was no affair of 
his. 

Yates had refused a chair, and sat on the edge of the veranda, with 
his back against one of the pillars, in such a position that he might, 
without turning his head, look through the open door-way into the 
room where Miss Bartlett was busily but silently clearing away the tea- 
things. The young man caught fleeting glimpses of her as she moved 
airily about her work. He drew a cigar from his case, cut off the end 
with his knife, and lit a match on the sole of his boot, doing this with 
an easy automatic familiarity that required no attention on his part, all 
of which aroused the respectful envy of young Hiram, who sat on a 
wooden chair, leaning forward, eagerly watching the man from New 
York. 

Have a cigar ?” said Yates, offering the case to young Hiram. 

No, no ; thank you,” gasped the boy, aghast at the reckless 
audacity of the proposal. 

What^s that ?” cried Mrs. Bartlett. Although she was talking 
volubly to the professor, her maternal vigilance never even nodded, 
much less slept. “A cigar? Not likely! I’ll say this for my hus- 
band and my boy, that, whatever else they may have done, they have 
never smoked nor touched a drop of liquor since I’ve known them, and 
— please God — they never will.” 

Oh, I guess it wouldn’t hurt them,” said Yates, with a lack of tact 
that was not habitual. He fell several degrees in the estimation of his 
hostess. 

Hurt ’em ?” cried Mrs. Bartlett, indignantly. I guess it won’t 
get a chance to.” She turned to the professor, who was a good 
listener, — respectful and deferential, with little to say for himself. She 
rocked gently to and fro as she talked. 

Her husband sat unbendingly silent, in a sphinx-like attitude that 
gave no outward indication of his mental uneasiness. He was think- 
ing gloomily that it would be just his luck to meet Mrs. Bartlett un- 
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wlien he was enjoying the pleasures of sin for a season. He had the 
most pessimistic forebodings of what the future might have in store for 
him. Sometimes when neighbors or customers treated often in the 
village and he felt he had taken all the whiskey that cloves would con- 
ceal, he took a five-cent cigar instead of a drink. He did not partic- 
ularly like the smoking of it, but there was a certain devil-may-care 
recklessness in going down the street with a lighted cigar in his teeth, 
which had all the more fascination for him because of its manifest 
danger. He felt at these times that he was going the pace, and that it is 
well our women do not know of all the wickedness there is in this world. 
He did not fear that any neighbor might tell his wife, for there were 
depths to which no person could convince Mrs. Bartlett he would 
descend. But he thought with horror of some combination of circum- 
stances that might bring his wife to town unknown to him on a day 
when he indulged. He pictured with a shudder meeting her unex- 
pectedly on the uncertain plank side-walk of Fort Erie, he smoking 
a cigar. When this nightmare presented itself to him he resolved 
never to touch a cigar again ; but he well knew that the best resolu- 
tions fade away when a man is excited with two or three glasses of 
liquor. 

When Mrs. Bartlett resumed conversation with the professor, 
Yates looked up at young Hiram and winked. The boy flushed with 
pleasure under the comprehensiveness of that wink. It included him 
in the attractive halo of crime that enveloped the fascinating person- 
ality of the man from New York. It seemed to say, — 

“ That^s all right, but we are men of the world. We know.” 

The tea-dishes having been cleared away, Yates got no more 
glimpses of the girl through the open door. He rose from his lowly 
seat and strolled towards the gate with his hands in his pockets. He 
remembered that he had forgotten something, and cudgelled his brains 
to make out what it was. He gazed down the road at the house of 
the Howards, which naturally brought to his recollection his meeting 
with the young girl on the road. There was a pang of discomfiture in 
this thought, when he remembered the accomplisliments attributed to 
her by Mrs. Bartlett. He recalled his condescending tone to her, and 
recollected his anxiety about the jug. The jug! That was what he 
had forgotten. He flashed a glance at old Hiram, and noted that the 
farmer was looking at him with something like reproach in his eyes. 
Yates moved his head almost imperceptibly towards the barn, and the 
farmer^s eyes dropped to the floor of the veranda. The young man 
nonchalantly strolled past the end of the house. 

I guess 1^11 go to look after the horses,” said the farmer, rising. 

“ HeiVs looking at you,” said Yates, strolling into the barn, taking 
a telescopic metal cup from his pocket and clinking it into receptive 
shape by a jerk of the hand. He offered the now elongated cup to 
Hiram, who declined any such modern improvement. 

Help yourself in that thing. The jug’s good enough for me.” 

“ Three fingers” of the liquid gurgled out into the patented vessel, 
and the farmer took the jug, after a furtive look over his shoulder. 

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with the facility of long experience, shutting up the dish with his 
thumb and finger as if it were a metallic opera-hat. 

The farmer drank silently from the jug itself. Then he smote in 
the cork with his open palm. 

Better bury it in the wheat-bin,’^ he said, morosely. The boy 
might find it if you put it among the oats, — feedin’ the horses, ye 
know.” 

Mighty good place,” assented Yates, as the golden grain flowed 
N in a wave over the submerged jar. I say, old man, you know the 
spot : you’ve been here before.” 

Bartlett’s lowering countenance indicated resentment at the impu- 
tation, but he neither affirmed nor denied. Yates strolled out of the 
, barn, while the farmer went through a small door-way that led to the 
stable. A moment later he heard Hiram calling loudly to his son to 
bring the pails to water the horses. 

“ Evidently preparing an alibi,” said Yates, smiling to himself, as 
he sauntered towards the gate. 


CHAPTER V. 

They were all at breakfast when Yates next morning entered the 
apartment which was at once dining-room and parlor. 

‘‘Waiting for you,” said young Hiram, humorously, that being 
one of a set of jokes which suited various occasions. Yates took his 
place near Miss Kitty, who looked as fresh and radiant as a spring 
flower. 

“ I hope I haven’t kept you waiting long,” he said. 

“ No fear,” cried Mrs. Bartlett. “ If breakfast’s a minute later 
than seven o’clock we soon hear of it from the men-folks. They get 
precious hungry by that time.” 

“ By that time ?” echoed Yates. “ Then do they get up before 
seven ?” 

“ Laws ! what a farmer you would make, Mr. Yates !” exclaimed 
Mrs. Bartlett, laughing. “ Why, everything’s done about the house 
and barn, horses fed, cows milked, — everything. There never was a 
better motto made than the one you learnt when you were a boy and 
like as not have forgotten all about : 

Early to bed and early to rise 

Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. 

I’m sorry you don’t believe in it, Mr. Yates.” 

“Oh, that’s all right,” said Yates, with some loftiness, “but I’d 
like to see a man get out a morning paper on such a basis. I’m 
healthy enough, qtlite as wealthy as the professor here, and every one 
will admit that I’m wiser than he is, yet I never go to bed until after 
two o’clock, and rarely wake before noon.” 

Kitty laughed at this, and young Hiram looked admiringly at the 
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For the land’s sake !” cried Mrs. Bartlett, with true feminine 
profanity. What do you do up so late as that?” 

“Writing, writing,” said Yates, airily, — “articles that make dy- 
nasties tremble next morning, and which call forth apologies or libel 
suits afterwards, as the case may be.” 

“ Mr. Bartlett has been good enough,” said the professor, changing 
the subject, “ to say we may camp in the woods at the back of the farm. 
I have been out there this morning, and it certainly is a lovely spot.” 

“We’re awfully obliged, Mr. Bartlett,” said Yates. “Of course 
Benmark went out there merely to show the difference between the ant 
and the butterfly. You’ll find out what a humbug he is by and by, 
Mrs. Bartlett. He looks honest ; but you wait.” 

“ I know just the spot for the tent,” cried young Hiram, — “ down 
in the hollow by the creek. Then you won’t need to haul water.” 

“ Yes, and catch their deaths of fever and ague,” said Mrs. 
Bartlett. Malaria had not then been invented. “Take my advice, 
and put your tent — if you will put it up at all — on the highest ground 
you can find. Hauling water won’t hurt you.” 

“ I agree with you, Mrs. Bartlett. It shall be so. My friend uses 
no water, — you ought to have seen his bill at the Buflalo hotel : I 
have it somewhere, and am going to pin it up on the outside of the tent 
as a warning to the youth of this neighborhood, — ^and what water I 
need I can easily carry up from the creek.” 

The professor did not defend himself, and Mrs. Bartlett evidently 
took a large discount from all that Yates said. She was a shrewd 
woman. 

After breakfast the men went out to the barn. The horses were 
hitched to the wagon, which still contained the tent and fittings. 
Young Hiram threw an axe and a spade among the canvas folds, 
mounted to his place, and drove up the lane leading to the forest, fol- 
lowed by Yates and Ren mark on foot, leaving the farmer in his barn- 
yard with a cheery good-by which he did not see fit to return. 

Young Hiram knew the locality well, and drove direct to an ideal 
place for camping. Yates was enchanted. 

When the tent was put up he gazed in enthusiastic rapture around 
him and upbraided Renmark because he took the sylvan situation so 
coolly. 

“ Where are your eyes, Renny,” he cried, “ that you don’t grow 
wild when you look around you ? See the dappled sunlight filtering 
through the leaves ; listen to the murmur of the wind in the branches ; 
hear the trickle of the brook down there ; notice the smooth bark of the 
beech and the rugged covering of the oak ; smell the wholesome wood- 
land scents. Renmark, you have no soul, or you could not be so un- 
moved. It is like Paradise. It is Say, Renny, by Jove, I’ve 

forgotten that jug at the barn !” 

“The jug will be left there.” 

“Will it? Oh, well, if you say so.” 

“ I do say so. I looked around for it this morning to smash it, 
but couldn’t find it.” 

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“ I did, but he didn’t know where it was.” 

Yates threw himself down on the moss and laughed, flinging his 
arms and legs about with the joy of living. 

Say, Culture, have you got any old disreputable clothes with you ? 
Well, then, go into the tent and put them on, then come out and lie 
on your back and look up at the leaves. You’re a good fellow, Reuny, 
but decent clothes spoil you. You won’t know yourself when you get 
ancient duds on your back. Old clothes mean freedom, liberty, all that 
our ancestors fought for. When you come out we’ll settle who’s to 
cook and who to wash dishes. I’ve settled it already in my own mind, 
but I am not so selfish as to refuse to discuss the matter with you.” 

When the professor came out of the tent Yates roared. Renmark 
himself smiled : he knew the effect would appeal to Yates. 

‘^By Jove, old man, I ought to have included a mirror in the out- 
fit. The look of learned respectability set off with the garments of a 
disreputable tramp makes a combination that is simply killing. Well, 
you can’t spoil that suit, anyhow. Now sprawl.” 

I’m very comfortable standing up, thank you.” 

“ Get down on your back. You hear me?” 

Put me there.” 

You mean it?” asked Yates, sitting up. 

Certainly.” ^ 

Say, Renny, beware : I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“ I’ll forgive you for once.” 

“ On your head be it.” 

On my back, you mean.” 

That’s not bad, Renny,” cried Yates, springing to his feet. Now, 
it will hurt : you have fair warning. I have spoken.” 

The young men took sparring attitudes. Yates tried to do it gently 
at first, but, finding he could not touch his opponent, struck out more 
earnestly, again giving a friendly warning. This went on ineff'ectually 
for some time, when the professor, with a quick movement, swung 

around his foot with the airy grace of a dancing-master, and caught 

Yates just behind the knee, at the same time giving him a slight tap 
on the breast. Yates was instantly on his back. 

Oh, I say, Renny, that wasn’t fair. That was a kick.” 

“No, it wasn’t. It is merely a little French touch. I learned it 

in Paris. They do kick there, you know, and it is good to know how 
to use your feet as well as your fists if you are set on by three, as I was 
one night in the Latin Quarter.” 

Yates sat up. 

“Look here, Renmark : when were you in Paris?” 

“ Several times.” 

Yates gazed at him for a few moments, then said, — 

“ Renny, you improve on acquaintance. I never saw a Bool-var 
in my life. You must teach me that little kick.” 

“ With pleasure,” said Renmark, sitting down, while the other 
sprawled at full length. “ Teaching is my business, and I shall be 
glad to exercise any talents I may have in that line. In endeavor- 
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he doesnH know everything. That is the difficult point. Afterwards, 
everything is easy.” 

Mr. Stillson Renmark, you are pleased to be severe. Know that 
you are forgiven. This delicious sylvan retreat does not lend itself to 
acrimonious dispute, or, in plain English, quarrelling. Let dogs de- 
light, if they want to ; I refuse to be goaded by your querulous nature 
into giving anything but the soft answer. Now to business. Nothing 
is so conducive to friendship, when two people are camping out, as a 
definition of the duties of each at the beginning. Do you follow 
me?” 

Perfectly. What do you propose ?” 

I propose that you do the cooking and I wash the dishes. We 
will forage for food alternate days.” 

Very well. I agree to that.” 

Richard Yates sat sullenly upright, looking at his friend with re- 
proach in his eyes. See here, Renmark. Are you resolved to force 
on an international complication the very first day ? That’s no fair 
show to give a man.” 

What isn’t?” 

Why, agreeing with him. There are depths of meanness in your 
character, Renny, that I never suspected. You know that people who 
camp out always object to the part assigned them by their fellow- 
campers. I counted on that. I’ll do anything but wash dishes.” 

Then why didn’t you say so ?” 

Because any sane man would have said ^ no’ when I suggested 
cooking, merely because I suggested it. There’s no diplomacy about 
yon, Renmark. A man doesn’t know where to find you, when you act 
like that. When you refused to do the cooking, I would have said, 
‘Very well, then I’ll do it,’ and everything would have been lovely; 
but now ” 

Yates lay down again in disgust. There are moments in life when 
language fails a man. 

“ Then it’s settled that you do the cooking and I wash the dishes?” 
said the professor. 

“ Settled ? Oh, yes, if you say so ; but all the pleasure of getting 
one’s own way by the use of one’s brains is gone. I hate to be agreed 
with in that objectionably civil manner.” 

“ Well, that point being arranged, who begins the foraging, you 
or I?” 

“ Both, Herr Professor, both. I propose to go to the house of the 
Howards, and I need an excuse for the first visit ; therefore I shall 
forage to a limited extent. I go ostensibly for bread. As I may not 
get any, you perhaps should bring some from whatever farm-house you 
choose as the scene of your operations. Bread is always handy in camp, 
fresh or stale. When in doubt, buy more bread. You can never go 
wrong, and the bread won’t.” 

“ What else should I get? Milk, I suppose?” 

“ Certainly, eggs, butter, — anything. Mrs. Bartlett will give you 
hints on what to get that will be more valuable than mine.” 

“ Have you all the cooking-utensils you need ?” 


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I think so. The villain from whom I hired the outfit said it was 
complete. Doubtless he lied ; but we’ll manage, I think.’^ 

‘‘Very well. If you wait until I change my clothes, IMl go with 
you as far as the road.” 

“ My dear fellow, be advised and don’t change. You’ll get every- 
thing twenty per cent, cheaper in that rig-out. Besides, you are so 
much more picturesque. Your costume may save us from starvation if 
we run short of cash. You can get enough for both of us as a pro- 
fessional tramp. Oh, well, if you insist. I’ll wait. Good advice is 
thrown away on a man like you.” 


CHAPTER VI. 

The blessed privilege of skipping is, to the reader of a story, one 
of those liberties worth fighting for. Without it, who would be brave 
enough to begin a book ? With it, even the dullest volume may be 
made passably interesting. It must have occurred to the observant 
reader that this world might be made brighter and better if authors 
would only leave out what must be skipped. This the successful 
author will not do, for he thinks highly of himself, and if the unsuc- 
cessful author did it it would not matter, for he is not read. 

The reader of this story has, of course, come to no portion that invites 
skipping. She — or he — has read faithfully up to these very words. 
This most happy state of things has been brought about first by the 
intelligence of the reader and secondly by the conscientiousness of the 
writer. The mutual co-operation so charmingly continued thus far 
encourages the writer to ask a favor of the reader. The story now 
enters a period that Mr. Yates would describe as stirring. To compare 
small things with great, its course might be likened to that of the 
noble river near which its scene is situated. The Niagara flows 
placidly along for miles and then suddenly plunges down a succession 
of turbulent rapids to the final catastrophe. If the writer were a 
novelist, instead of a simple reporter of certain events, there would be 
no need of asking the indulgence of the reader. If the writer were 
dealing with creatures of his own imagination, instead of with fixed 
facts, these creatures could be made to do this or that as best suited his 
purposes. Such, however, is not the case ; and the exciting events that 
must be narrated claim precedence over the placid happenings which, 
with a little help from the reader’s imagination, may be taken as read. 
The reader is therefore to know that four written chapters which 
should have intervened between this and the one preceding have been 
sacrificed. But a few lines are necessary to show the state of things at 
the end of the fourth vanished chapter. When people are thrown 
together, especially when people are young, the mutual relationship 
existing between them rarely remains stationary. It drifts towards 
like or dislike, and cases have been known where it progressed into 
love or hatred. 

Stillson Renmark and Margaret Howard became, at least, very firm 
friends. Each of them would have been ready to admit this much. 

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In the four cliapters which, by an unfortunate combination of circum- 
stances, are lost to the world, it would have been seen how these two 
had at least a good foundation on which to build up an acquaintance 
in the fact that Margaret’s brother was a student in the university of 
which the professor was a worthy member. They had also a subject 
of difference which, if it leads not to heated argument but is soberly 
discussed, lends itself even more to the building of friendship than 
subjects of agreement. Margaret held that it was wrong in the uni- 
versity to close its doors to women. Renmark had hitherto given the 
subject but little thought, yet he developed an opinion contrary to that 
of Margaret and was too honest a man or too little of a diplomatist to 
conceal it. On one occasion Yates had been present, and he threw 
himself, with the energy that distinguished him, into the woman side 
of the question, cordially agreeing with Margaret, citing instances and 
holding those who were against the admission of women up to ridicule, 
taunting them with fear of feminine competition. Margaret became 
silent as the champion of her cause waxed the more eloquent; but 
whether she liked Richard Yates the better for his championship, who 
that is not versed in the ways of women can say ? As the hope of 
winning her regard was the sole basis of Yates’s uncompromising views 
on the subject, it is likely that he was successful, for his experiences 
with the sex were targe and varied. Margaret was certainly attracted 
towards Renmark, whose deep scholarship even his excessive self- 
depreciation could not entirely conceal, and he in turn had naturally 
a school-master’s enthusiasm over a pupil who so earnestly desired 
advancement in knowledge. Had he described his feelings to Yates, 
who was an expert in many matters, he would perhaps have learned 
that he was in love ; but Renmark was a reticent man, not much given 
either to introspection or to being lavish with his confidences. As 
to Margaret, who can plummet the depth of a young girl’s regard 
until she herself gives some indication ? All that a reporter has to 
record is that she was kinder to Yates than she had been at the 
beginning. 

Miss Kitty Bartlett probably would not have denied that she had 
a sincere liking for the conceited young man from New York. Ren- 
mark fell into the error of thinking Miss Kitty a frivolous young per- 
son, whereas she was merely a girl who had an inexhaustible fund of 
high spirits and one who took a most deplorable pleasure in shocking a 
serious man. Even Yates made a slight mistake regarding her on one 
occasion, when they were having an evening walk together, with that 
freedom from chaperonage which is the birthright of every American 
girl, whether she belongs to a farm-house or to the palace of a mil- 
lionaire. 

In describing the incident afterwards to Renmark (for Yates had 
nothing of his comrade’s reserve in these matters) he said, — 

She left a diagram of her four fingers on my cheek that felt like 
one of those raised maps of Switzerland. I have before now felt the 
tap of a lady’s fan in admonition, but never in my life have I met a 
gentle reproof that felt so much like a censure from the paw of our 
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Ren mark said, with some severity, that he hoped Yates would not 
forget that he was, in a measure, a guest of his neighbors. 

Oh, that^s all right,’^ said Yates. If you have any spare sym- 
pathy to bestow, keep it for me. My neighbors are amply able and 
more than willing to take care of themselves.’^ 

And now as to Richard Yates himself. One would imagine that 
here at least a conscientious relater of events would have an easy task. 
Alas ! such is far from being the fact. The case of Yates was by all 
odds the most complex and bewildering of the four. He was deeply 
and truly in love with both of the girls. Instances of this kind are 
not so rare as a young man newly engaged to an innocent girl tries to 
make her believe. Cases have been known where a chance meeting 
with one girl and not with another has settled who was to be a young 
man’s companion during a long life. Yates felt that in multitude of 
counsel there is wisdom, and made no secret of his perplexity to his 
friend. He complained sometimes that he got little help towards the 
solution of the problem, but generally he was quite content to sit under 
the trees with Renmark and weigh the different advantages of each 
of the girls. He sometimes appealed to his friend as a man with a 
mathematical turn of mind, possessing an education that extended far 
into conic sections and algebraic formulae, to balance up the lists 
and give him a candid and statistical opinion as to which of the two he 
should favor with serious proposals. When these appeals for help 
were coldly received, he accused his friend of lack of sympathy with 
his dilemma, said that he was a soulless man, and that if he had a 
heart it had become incrusted with the useless debris of a higher edu- 
cation, and swore to confide in him no more. He would search for a 
friend, he said, who had something human about him. The search for 
the sympathetic friend, however, seemed to be unsuccessful, for Yates 
always returned to Renmark, to have, as he remarked, ice-water 
dashed upon his duplex-burning passion. 

It was a lovely afternoon in the latter part of May, 1866, and 
Yates was swinging idly in the hammock, with his hands clasped 
under his head, gazing dreamily up at the patches of blue sky seen 
through the green branches of the trees overhead, while his industrious 
friend was unromantically peeling potatoes near the door of the tent. 

The human heart, Renny,” said the man in the hammock, re- 
flectively, is a remarkable organ, when you come to think of it. I 
presume from your lack of interest that you haven’t given the subject 
much study, except perhaps in a physiological way. At the present 
moment it is to me the only theme worthy of a man’s entire attention. 
Perhaps that is the result of spring, as the poet says ; but anyhow it 
presents new aspects to me each hour. Now, I have made this im- 
portant discovery, that the girl I am with last seems to me the most 
desirable. That is contrary to the observation of philosophers of by- 
gone days. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. I don’t 
find it so. Presence is what plays the very deuce with me. Now, how 
do you account for it. Stilly?” 

The professor did not attempt to account for it, but silently at- 
tended to the business in hand. Yates withdrew his eyes from the sky 


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and fixed them on the professor, waiting for the answer that did not 
come. 

Mr. Renmark,’’ he drawled at last, I am convinced that your 
treatment of the potato is a mistake. I think potatoes should not be 
peeled the day before and left to soak in cold water until next day’s 
dinner. Of course I admire the industry that gets work well over 
before its results are called for. Nothing is more annoying than work 
left untouched until the last moment and then hurriedly done. Still, 
virtue may be carried to excess, and a man may be too previous.” 

Well, I am quite willing to relinquish the work into your hands. 
You may perhaps remember that for two days I have been doing your 
share as well as my own.” 

Oh, I am not complaining about that, at all,” said the hammock, 
magnanimously. You are acquiring practical knowledge, Renny, 
that will be of more use to you than all the learning taught at the 
schools. My only desire is that your education should be as complete 
as possible; and to this end I am willing to subordinate my own 
yearning desire for scullery-work. I should suggest that instead of 
going to the trouble of entirely removing the covering of the potato 
in that laborious way you should merely peel a belt around the greatest 
circumference of the potato. Then, rather than cook them in the slow 
and soggy manner that seems to delight you, you should boil them 
quickly, with some salt placed in the water. The remaining coat 
would then curl outward, and the resulting potato would be white and 
dry and mealy, instead of being in the condition of a wet sponge.” 

The beauty of a precept, Yates, is the illustrating of it. If you 
are not satisfied with my way of boiling potatoes, give me a practical 
object-lesson.” 

The man in the hammock sighed reproachfully. 

Of course an unimaginative person like you, Renmark, cannot 
realize the cruelty of suggesting that a man as deeply in love as I am 
should demean himself by attending to the prosaic details of household 
affairs. I am doubly in love, and much more, therefore, as that old 
bore Euclid used to say, is your suggestion unkind and uncalled for.” 

All right : then don’t criticise.” 

Yes, there is a certain sweet reasonableness in your curt suggestion. 
A man who is unable or unwilling to work in the vineyard should not 
find fault with the pickers. And now, Renny, for the hundredth time 
of asking, add to the many obligations already conferred, and tell me, 
like the good fellow you are, what you would do if you were in my 
place. To which of those two charming but totally unlike girls would 
you give the preference ?” 

Damn !” said the professor, quietly. 

Hello, Renny!” cried Yates, raising his head. Have you cut 
your finger ? I should have warned you about using too sharp a knife.” 

But the professor had not cut his finger. His use of the word 
given above is not to be defended ; still, as it was spoken by him, it 
seemed to lose all relationship with swearing. He said it quietly, 
mildly, and, in a certain sense, innocently. He was astonished at him- 
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when the ordinary expletives used in the learned volumes of higher 
mathematics did not fit the occasion. 

Before anything more could be said, there was a shout from the 
road -way near them. 

“ Is Richard Yates there hailed the voice. 

“ Yes. Who wants him cried Yates, springing out of the ham- 
mock. 

“ I do,” said a young fellow on horseback. He threw himself off 
a tired horse, tied the animal to a sapling, — which, judging by the 
horse’s condition, was an entirely unnecessary operation, — jumped over 
the rail fence, and approached through the trees. The young men 
saw coming towards them a tall lad in the uniform of the telegraph- 
service. 

I’m Yates. What is it ?” 

“Well,” said the lad, “I’ve had a hunt and a half for you. 
Here’s a telegram.” 

“How in the world did you find out where I was? Nobody has 
my address.” 

“That’s just the trouble. It would have saved somebody in New 
York a pile of money if you had left your address. No man ought to 
go to the woods without leaving his address at a telegraph-office, any- 
how.” The young man looked at the world from a telegraph point of 
view. People were good or bad according to the trouble they gave a 
telegraph-messenger. Yates took the yellow envelope addressed in 
lead-pencil, but, without opening it, repeated his question : 

“ But how on earth did you find me ?” 

“Well, it wasn’t easy,” said the boy. “My horse is about done 
out. I’m from Buffalo. They telegraphed from New York that we 
were to spare no expense ; and we haven’t. There are seven other 
fellows scouring the country on horseback with duplicates of that de- 
spatch, and some more have gone along the lake shore on the American 
side. Say, no other messenger has been here before me, has he?” 
asked the boy, with a touch of anxiety in his voice. 

“ No ; you are the first.” 

“ I’m glad of that. I’ve been ’most all over Canada. I got on 
your trail about two hours ago, and the folks at the farm-house down 
below said you were up here. Is there any answer ?” 

Yates tore open the envelope. The despatch was long, and he read 
it with a deepening frown. It was to this effect : 

“ Fenians crossing into Canada at Buffalo. You are near the spot; 
get there quick as possible. Five of our men leave for Buffalo to- 
night. General O’Neill is in command of Fenian army. He will give 
you every facility when you tell him who you are. When five arrive 
they will report to you. Place one or two with Canadian troops. 
Get one to hold the telegraph-wire, and send over all the stuff the wire 
will carry. Draw on us for cash you need ; and don’t spare expense.” 

When Yates finished the reading of this he broke forth into a line 
of language that astonished Renmark and drew forth the envious 
admiration of the Buffalo telegraph-boy. 

“ Heavens and earth and the lower regions ! I’m here on my vaca- 


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tion. Pm not going to jump into work for all the papers in New 
York. Why couldn’t those fools of Fenians stay at home? The 
idiots don’t know when they’re well off. The Fenians be hanged !” 

Guess that’s what they will be,” said the telegraph-boy. Any 
answer, sir?” 

No. Tell ’em you couldn’t find me.” 

Don’t expect the boy to tell a lie,” said the professor, speaking 
for the first time. 

“ Oh, I don’t mind a lie,” exclaimed the boy, but not that one. 
No, sir. I’ve had too much trouble finding you. I’m not going to 
pretend I’m no good. I started out for to find you, and I have. But 
I’ll tell any other lie you like, Mr. Yates, if it will oblige you.” 

Yates recognized in the boy the same emulous desire to outstrip his 
fellows that had influenced himself when he was a young reporter, and 
he at once admitted the injustice of attempting to deprive him of the 
fruits of his enterprise. 

No,” he said, that won’t do. No ; you have found me, and 
you’re a young fellow who will be president of the Telegraph Com- 
pany some day, or perhaps hold the less important office of the United 
States Presidency. Who knows ? Have you a telegraph-blank ?” 

Of course,” said the boy, fishing out a bundle from the leathern 
wallet by his side. Yates took the paper and flung himself down 
under the tree. 

Here’s a pencil,” said the messenger. 

A newspaper-man is never without a pencil, thank you,” replied 
Yates, taking one out of his inside pocket. 

“Now, Renmark, I’m not going to tell a lie on this occasion,” 
continued Yates. 

“ I think the truth is better on all occasions.” 

“ Right you are. So here goes for the solid truth.” 

Yates as he lay on the ground wrote rapidly on the telegraph- 
blank. Suddenly he looked up and said to the professor, “ Say, Ren- 
mark, are you a doctor ?” 

“ Of laws,” replied his friend. 

“Oh, that will do just as well.” And he finished his writing. 

“ How is this?” he cried, holding the paper at arm’s length. 

“ John A. Bellington, 

“ Managing Editor Argus, New York. 

“ I’m flat on my back. Haven’t done a hand’s turn for a week. 
Am under the constant care, night and day, of one of the most eminent 
doctors in Canada, who even prepares my food for me. Since I left 
New York trouble of the heart has complicated matters, and at present 
baffles the doctor. Consultations daily. It is impossible for me to 
move from here until present complications have yielded to treatment. 

“ Binmore would be a good man to take charge in my absence. 

“ Yates.” 

“There,” said Yates, with a tone of satisfaction, when he had 
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The professor frowned, but did not answer. The boy, who partly 
saw through it, but not quite, grinned, and said, ‘^Is it true?’^ 

*‘Of course it’s true!’’ cried Yates, indignant at the unjust sus- 
picion. It is a great deal more true than you have any idea of. Ask 
the doctor there if it isn’t true. Now, my boy, will you give in this 
when you get back to the office? Tell ’em to rush it through to New 
York. I would mark it ^ rush,’ only that never does any good and 
always makes the operator mad.” 

The boy took the paper and put it in his wallet. 

It’s to be paid for at the other end,” continued Yates. 

Oh, that’s all right,” answered the messenger, with a certain 
condescension, as if he were giving credit on behalf of the company. 
“Well, so long,” he added. “I hope you’ll soon be better, Mr. 
Yates.” 

Yates sprang to his feet with a laugh and followed him to the 
fence. 

“ Now, youngster, you are up to snuff, I can see that. They’ll 
perhaps question you when you get back. What will you say ?” 

“ Oh, I’ll tell ’em what a hard job I had to find you, and let ’em 
know nobody else could ’a’ done it, and I’ll say you’re a pretty sick 
man. I won’t tell ’em you gave me a dollar.” 

“ Right you are, sonny ; youHl get along. Here’s five dollars, all 
in one bill. If you meet any other of the messengers, take them back 
with you. There’s no use of their wasting valuable time in this little 
neck of the woods.” 

The boy stuffed the bill into his vest-pocket as carelessly as if it 
represented cents instead of dollars, mounted his tired horse, and waved 
his hand in farewell to the newspaper-man. Yates turned and walked 
slowly back to the tent. He threw himself once more into the ham- 
mock. As he expected, the professor was more taciturn than ever, and, 
although he had been prepared for silence, the silence irritated him. 
He felt ill used at having so unsympathetic a companion. 

“ Look here, Renmark, why don’t you say something ?” 

“ There is nothing to say.” 

“ Oh, yes, there is. You don’t approve of me, do you ?” 

“ I don’t suppose it makes any difierence whether I approve or 
not.” 

“ Oh, yes, it does. A man likes to have the approval of even the 
humblest of his fellow-creatures. Say, what will you take in cash to 
approve of me? People talk of the tortures of conscience, but you 
are more uncomfortable than the most cast-iron conscience any man 
ever had. One’s own conscience one can deal with, but a conscience in 
the person of another man is beyond one’s control. Now, it is like 
this. I am here for quiet and rest. I have earned both, and I think 
I am justified in ” 

“ Now, Mr. Yates, please spare me any cheap philosophy on the 
question. I am tired of it.” 

“ And of me too, I suppose?” 

“ Well, yes, rather, — if you want to know.” 

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encounter with Bartlett on the road, Ren mark saw that he was thor- 
oughly angry. The reporter stood with clinched fist and flashing eye, 
hesitating. The other, his heavy brows drawn down, while not in an 
aggressive attitude, was plainly ready for an attack. Yates concluded 
to speak and not strike. This was not because he was afraid, for he 
was not a coward. The reporter realized that he had forced the con- 
versation, and remembered he had invited Renmark to accompany 
him. Although this recollection stayed his hand, it had no effect on 
his tongue. 

I believe,” he said, slowly, “ that it would do you good for once 
to hear a straight, square, unbiassed opinion of yourself. You have 
associated so long with pupils, to whom your word is law, that it may 
interest you to know what a man of the world thinks of you. A few 
years of schoolmastering is enough to spoil a Gladstone. Now, I 
think, of all the ” 

The sentence was interrupted by a cry from the fence : 

Say, do you gentlemen know where a fellow named Yates lives ?” 

The reporter’s hand dropped to his side. A look of dismay came 
over his face, and his truculent manner changed with a suddenness that 
forced a smile even to the stern lips of Renmark. 

Yates backed towards tbe hammock like a man who had received 
an unexpected blow. 

I say, Renny,” he wailed, it’s another of those cursed telegraph- 
messengers. Go, like a good fellow, and sign for the despatch. Sign 
it ^ Dr. Renmark, for R. Yates.’ That will give it a sort of official 
medical-bulletin look. I wish I had thought of that when the other 
boy was here. Tell him I’m lying down.” He flung himself into 
the hammock, and Renmark, after a moment’s hesitation, walked 
towards the boy at the fence, who had repeated his question in a louder 
voice. In a short time he returned with the yellow envelope, which 
he tossed to the man in the hammock. Yates seized it savagely, tore 
it into a score of pieces, and scattered the fluttering bits around him 
on the ground. The professor stood there for a few moments in 
silence. 

Perhaps,” he said at last, you’ll be good enough to go on with 
your remarks.” 

I was merely going to say,” answered Yates, wearily, that you 
are a mighty good fellow, Renny. People who camp out always have 
rows. This is our first; suppose we let it be the last. Camping out 
is something like married life, I guess, and requires some forbearance 
on all sides. That philosophy may be cheap, but I think it is accu- 
rate. I am really very worried about this newspaper business. I 
ought, of course, to fling myself into the chasm like that Roman fellow, 
but, hang it, I’ve been flinging myself into chasms for fifteen years, 
and what good has it done? There’s always a crisis in a daily news- 
paper office. I want them to understand in the Argus office that I am 
on my vacation.” 

‘^They will be more apt to understand from the telegram that 
you’re on your death-bed.” 

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New-Yorkers live in such an atmosphere of exaggeration, and if I did 
not put it strongly it wouldn’t have any effect. You’ve got to give a 
big dose to a man who has been taking poison all his life. They will 
take off ninety per cent, from any statement I make, anyhow, so you 
see I have to pile it up pretty high before the remaining ten per cent, 
amounts to anything.” 

The conversation was interrupted by the crackling of the dry twigs 
behind them, and Yates, who had been keeping his eye nervously on 
the fence, turned around. Young Bartlett pushed his way through the 
underbrush. His face was red ; he had evidently been running. 

Two telegrams for you, Mr. Yates,” he panted. “ The fellows 
that brought ’em said they were important: so I ran out with them 
myself, for fear they wouldn’t find you. One of them’s from Port 
Colborne, the other’s from Buffalo.” 

Telegrams were rare on the farm, and young Bartlett looked on the 
receipt of one as an event in a man’s life. He was astonished to see 
Yates receive the double event with a listlessness that he could not help 
thinking was merely assumed for effect. Yates held his hand, and did 
not tear them up at once, out of consideration for the feelings of the 
young man who had had a race to deliver them. 

“ Here’s two books they wanted you to sign. They’re tired out, 
and mother’s giving them something to eat.” 

Professor, you sign for me, won’t you ?” said Yates. 

Bartlett lingered a moment, hoping that he would hear something 
of the contents of the important messages ; but Yates did not even tear 
open the envelopes, although he thanked the young man heartily for 
bringing them. 

Stuck-up cuss !” muttered young Bartlett to himself as he shoved 
the signed books into his pocket and pushed his way through the 
underbrush again. Yates slowly and methodically tore the envelopes 
and their contents into little pieces and scattered them as before. 

Begins to look like autumn,” he said, with the yellow leaves 
strewing the ground.” 


CHAPTER VII. 

Before night three more telegraph-boys found Yates and three 
more telegrams in sections helped to carpet the floor of the forest. The 
usually high spirits of the newspaper-man went down and down under 
the repeated visitations. At last he did not even swear, which, in the 
case of Yates, always indicated extreme depression. As night drew on, 
he feebly remarked to the professor that he was more tired than he had 
ever been in going through an election campaign. He went to his 
tent-bunk early, in a state of such utter dejection that Kenmark felt 
sorry for him and tried ineffectually to cheer him up. 

“ If they would all come together,” said Yates, bitterly, so that 
one comprehensive effort of malediction would include the lot and have 
it over, it wouldn’t be so bad ; but this constant dribbling in of mes- 
sengers would wear out the patience of a saint.” 


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As he sat in his shirt-sleeves on the edge of his bunk, Renmark 
said that things would look brighter in the morning, — which was a safe 
remark to make, for the night was dark. 

Yates sat silently with his head in his hands for some moments. 
At last he said, slowly, There is no one so obtuse as the thoroughly 
good man. It is not the messenger I am afraid of, after all. He is 
but the outward symptom of the inward trouble. What you are seeing 
is an example of the workings of conscience, where you thought con- 
science was absent. The trouble with me is that I know the news- 
paper depends on me, and that it will be the first time I have failed. 
It is the newspaper-man’s instinct to be in the centre of the fray. He 
yearns to scoop the opposition press. I will get a night’s sleep if I 
can, and to-morrow I know I shall capitulate. I will hunt out 
General O’Neill and interview him on the field of slaughter. I will 
telegraph columns. I will refurbish my military vocabulary, and speak 
of deploying and massing and throwing out advance guards, and that 
sort of thing. I will move columns and advance brigades and invent 
strategy. We will have desperate fighting in the columns of the ArguSy 
whatever there is on the fields of Canada. But to a man who has seen 
real war this op^ra-bouffe masquerade of fighting — I don’t want to say 
anything harsh, but to me it is offensive.” 

He looked up with a wan smile at his partner sitting on the bottom 
of an upturned pail as he said this. Then he reached for his hip-pocket 
and drew out a revolver, which he handed butt-end forward to the 
professor, who, not knowing his friend carried such an instrument, 
instinctively shrank from it. 

Here, Renny, take this weapon of devastation and soak it with 
the potatoes. If another messenger comes in on me to-night I know I 
shall riddle him if I have this handy. My better judgment tells me 
he is innocent, and I don’t want to shed the only blood that will be 
spilled during this awful campaign.” 

How long they had been asleep they did not know, as the ghost- 
stories have it, but both were suddenly awakened by a commotion out- 
side. It was intensely dark inside the tent, but as the two sat up they 
noticed a faint moving blur of light which made itself just visible 
through the canvas. 

^^It’s another of those fiendish messengers,” whispered Yates. 

Gimme that revolver.” 

Hush !” said the other below his breath. There’s about a dozen 
men out there, judging by the footfalls. I heard them coming.” 

Let’s fire into the tent and be done with it,” said a voice out- 
side. 

‘‘No, no,” cried another; “no man shoot. It makes too much 
noise, and there must be others about. Have ye all got yer bayonets 
fixed ?” 

There was a murmur apparently in the affirmative. 

“Very well, then. Murphy and O’Rourick, come round to this 
side. You three stay where you are. Tim, you go to that end ; and, 
Doolin, come with me.” 

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his clothes. ‘‘Renny, give me that revolver, and I’ll show you more 
fun than a funeral.” 

No, no. They’re at least three to our one. We’re in a trap here, 
and helpless.” 

“ Oh, just let me jump out among ’em and begin the fireworks. 
Those I didn’t shoot would die of fright. Imagine scouts scouring the 
woods with a lantern ! — with a kbnterny Renny ! Think of that ! Oh, 
this is pie ! Let me at ’em.” 

Hush ! Keep quiet ! They’ll hear you.” 

Tim, bring the lantern round to this side.” The blur of light 
moved along the canvas. There’s a man with his back against the 
wall of the tent. Just touch him up with yer bayonet, Murphy, and 
let him know we’re here.” 

There may be twenty in the tent,” said Murphy, cautiously. 

^'Do what I tell you,” answered the man in command. 

Murphy progged his bayonet through the canvas, and sunk the 
deadly point of the instrument into the bag of potatoes. 

Faith, he sleeps sound,” said Murphy, with a tremor of fear in 
his voice, as there was no demonstration on the part of the bag. 

The voice of Yates rang out from the interior of the tent : 

What the old Harry do you fellows think you’re doing, anyhow ? 
What’s the matter with you? What do you want?” 

There was a moment’s silence, broken only by a nervous scuffling 
of feet and the clicking of gun-locks. 

“ How many are there of you in there ?” said the stern voice of the 
chief. 

Two, if you want to know, both unarmed, and one ready to fight 
the lot of you if you are anxious for a scrimmage.” 

Come out one by one,” was the next command. 

We’ll come out one by one,” said Yates, emerging in his shirt- 
sleeves, but you can’t expect us to keep it up long, as there are only 
two of us.” 

The professor next appeared, with his coat on. The situation cer- 
tainly did not look inviting. The lantern on the ground threw up a 
pallid glow on the severe face of the commander, as the footlights might 
illuminate the figure of a brigand in a wood on the stage. The 
face of the offlcer showed that he was greatly impressed with the im- 
portance and danger of his position. Yates glanced about him with a 
smile, all his recent dejection gone, now that he was in the midst of a 
row. 

Which is Murphy,” he said, and which is Doolin ? Hello, 
alderman,” he cried, as his eyes rested on one tall, strapping, red-haired 
man who held his bayonet ready to charge, with a fierce determination 
in his face that might have made an opponent quail. When did 
you leave New York? and who’s running the city, now that you’re 
gone ?” 

The men had evidently a sense of humor, in spite of their blood- 
thirsty business, for a smile flickered on their faces in the lantern-light, 
and several bayonets were unconsciously lowered. But the bard face 
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You are doing yourself no good by your talk/^ he said, solemnly. 

What you say will be used against you.’^ 

Yes, and what you do will be used against you; and don^t forget 
that fact. It’s you who are in danger, — not me. You are at this 
moment making about the biggest ass of yourself there is in Canada.” 

Pinion these men,” cried the captain, gruffly. 

Pinion nothing !” shouted Yates, shaking off the grasp of a man 
who had sprung to his side. But both Yates and Renmark were 
speedily overpowered ; and then an unseen difficulty presented itself. 
Murphy pathetically remarked that they had no rope. The captain 
was a man of resource. 

Cut enough rope from the tent to tie them.” 

And when you’re at it, Murphy,” said Yates, cut off enough 
more to hang yourself with. You’ll need it before long. And re- 
member that any damage you do to that tent you’ll have to pay for. 
It’s hired.” 

Yates gave them all the trouble he could while they tied his elbows 
and wrists together, offering sardonic suggestions and cursing their 
clumsiness. Renmark submitted quietly. When the operation was 
finished, the professor said, with the calm confidence of one who has an 
empire behind him and knows it, — 

I warn you, sir, that this outrage is committed on British soil, 
and that I, on whom it is committed, am a British subject.” 

Heavens and earth, Renmark, if you find it impossible to keep 
your mouth shut, do not use the word ‘ subject,’ but ‘ citizen.’ ” 

“ I am satisfied with the word, and with the protection given to 
those who use it.” 

Look here, Renmark, you had better let me do the talking. You 
will only put your foot in it. I know the kind of men I have to deal 
with ; you evidently don’t.” 

In tying the professor they came upon the pistol in his coat-pocket. 
Murphy held it up to the light. 

I thought you said you were unarmed ?” remarked the captain, 
severely, taking the revolver in his hand. 

“ I was unarmed. The revolver is mine, but the professor would 
not let me use it. If he had, all of you would be running for dear 
life through the woods.” 

You admit that you are a British subject?” said the captain to 
Renmark, ignoring Yates. 

He doesn’t admit it, he brags of it,” said the latter, before Ren- 
mark could speak. You can’t scare him : so quit this fooling, and let 
us know how long we are to stand here trussed up like this.” 

“ I propose, captain,” said the red-headed man, that we shoot 
these men where they stand, and report to the general. They are spies. 
They are armed, and they denied it. It’s according to the rules of war, 
captain.” 

Rules of war ! What do you know of the rules of war, you 
red-headed Senegambian? Rules of Hoyle! Your line is digging 
sewers, I imagine. Come, captain, undo these ropes and make up your 
mind quickly. Trot us along to General O’Neill just as fast as you 


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can. The sooner you get us there the more time you will have for 
being sorry over what you have done.” 

But the captain still hesitated, and looked from one to the other of 
his men, as if to make up his mind whether they would obey him if he 
went to extremities. Yates’s quick eye noted that the two prisoners had 
nothing to hope for, even from the men who smiled. The shooting of 
two unarmed and bound men seemed to them about the correct way of 
beginning a great struggle for freedom. 

‘‘Well,” said the captain, at length, “we must do it in proper 
form, so I suppose we should have a court-martial. Are you agreed ?” 

They were unanimously agreed. 

“ Look here,” cried Yates, and there was a certain impressiveness 
in his voice in spite of his former levity, “ this farce has gone just as 
far as it is going. Go inside the tent there, and in my coat-pocket you 
will find a telegram, the first of a dozen or two received by me within 
the last twenty-four hours. Then you will see whom you propose to 
shoot.” 

The telegram was found, and the captain read it while Tim held 
the lantern. He looked from under his knitted brows at the news- 
paper-man. 

“ Then you are one of the Argm staff.” 

“ I am chief of the Argus staff. As you see, five of my men will 
be with General O’Neill to-morrow. The first question they will ask 
him will be, ‘ Where is Yates?’ The next thing that will happen will 
be that you will be hanged for your stupidity, not by Canada nor by 
the State of New York, but by your own general, who will curse your 
memory ever after. You are fooling, not with a subject this time, but 
with a citizen, and your general is not such an idiot as to monkey with 
the United States government and, what is a blamed sight worse, with 
the great American press. Come, captain, we’ve had enough of this. 
Cut these cords just as quickly as you can, and take us to the general. 
We were going to see him in the morning anyhow.” 

“ But this man says he is a Canadian.” 

“ That’s all right. My friend is me. If you touch him you touch 
me. Now hurry up. Climb down from your perch. I shall have 
enough of trouble now, getting the general to forgive all the blunders 
you have made to-night, without your adding insult to injury. Tell 
your men to untie us and throw the ropes back into the tent. It will 
soon be daylight. Hustle, and let us be off.” 

“ Untie them,” said the captain, with a sigh. 

Yates shook himself when his arms regained their freedom. 

“ Now, Tim,” he said, “ run into that tent and bring out my coat. 
It’s chilly here.” 

Tim did instantly as requested, and helped Yates on with the 
coat. 

“Good boy!” said Yates. “You’ve evidently been porter in a 
hotel.” Tim grinned. 

“ I think,” said Yates, meditatively, “ that if you look under the 
right-hand bunk, Tim, you will find a jug. It belongs to the profes- 
sor, although he has hidden it under my bed to divert suspicion from 


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himself. Just fish it out and bring it here. It is not as full as it was, 
but there^s enough to go round, if the professor does not take more 
than his share.’’ 

The gallant troop smacked their lips in anticipation, and Renmark 
looked astonished to see the jug brought forth. You first, professor,” 
said Yates; and Tim innocently offered him the jug. The learned 
man shook his head. Yates laughed, and took it himself. 

Well, here’s to you, boys,” he said. And may you all get back 
as safely to New York as I will.” The jug passed down along the line 
until Tim finished it. 

Now, then, for the camp of the Fenian army,” cried Yates, taking 
Denmark’s arm ; and they began their march through the woods. 

“ Great Caesar, Stilly,” he continued to his friend, this is rest and 
quiet with a vengeance, isn’t it ?” 


CHAPTER VIII. 

The company, feeling that they had to put their best foot foremost 
in the presence of their prisoners, tried at first to maintain something 
like military order in marching through the woods. They soon found, 
however, that this was a difficult thing to do. Canadian forests are 
not as trimly kept as English parks. Tim walked on ahead with the 
lantern, but three times he tumbled over some obstruction and dis- 
appeared suddenly from view, uttering maledictions. His final effort 
in this line was a triumph. He fell over the lantern and smashed it. 
When all attempts at reconstruction failed, the party tramped on in 
go-as-you-please fashion, and found they did better without the light 
than with it. In fact, although it was not yet four o’clock, daybreak 
was already filtering through the trees, and the woods were perceptibly 
lighter. 

We must be getting near the camp,” said the captain. 

Will I shout, sir ?” asked Murphy. 

No, no. We can’t miss it. Keep on as you are doing.” 

They were nearer the camp than Ihey suspected. As they blun- 
dered on among the cracking underbrush and dry twigs, the sharp 
report of a rifle echoed through the forest, and a bullet whistled above 
their heads. 

Fat the divil are you foiring at, Mike Lynch ?” cried the aider- 
man, who recognized the shooter, now rapidly falling back. 

‘^Oh, it’s you, is it?” said the sentry, stopping in his flight. The 
captain strode angrily towards him. 

What do you mean by firing like that? Don’t you know enough 
to ask for the countersign before shooting?” 

Sure I forgot about it, captain, entirely. But then, ye see, I 
never can hit anything : so it’s little difference it makes.” 

The shot had roused the camp, and there was now wild commotion, 
everybody thinking the Canadians were upon them. 

A strange sight met the eyes of Yates and Renmark. Both were 
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maiid. They were a motley crowd. Some tattered United States 
uniforms were among them, but the greater number were dressed as 
ordinary individuals, although a few had trimmings of green braid on 
their clothes. Sleeping out for a couple of nights had given the crowd 
the unkempt appearance of a great company of tramps. The officers 
were indistinguishable from the men at first, but afterwards Yates 
noticed that they, mostly in plain clothes and slouch hats, had sword- 
belts buckled around them and one or two had swords that had evi- 
dently seen service in the United States cavalry. 

“ It’s all right, boys,” cried the captain to the excited mob. It 
was only that fool Lynch who fired at us. There’s nobody hurt. 
Where’s the general ?” 

Here he comes,” said half a dozen voices at once, and the crowd 
made way for him. 

General O’Neill was dressed in ordinary citizen’s costume, and did 
not have even a sword-belt. On his head of light hair was a black 
soft felt hat. His face was pale and covered with freckles. He looked 
more like a clerk from a store than like the commander of an army. 
He was evidently somewhere between thirty-five and forty years of age. 

Oh, it’s you, is it ?” Jie said. Why are you back ? Any 
news ?” 

The captain saluted, military fashion, and replied, — 

We took two prisoners, sir. They were encamped in a tent in 
the woods. One of them says he is an American citizen and says he 
knows you, so I brought them in.” 

I wish you had brought in the tent too,” said the general, with a 
wan smile. “ It would be an improvement on sleeping in the open 
air. Are these the prisoners? I don’t know either of these men.” 

‘^The captain makes a mistake in saying that I claimed a personal 
acquaintance with you, general. What I said was that you would 
recognize somewhat quicker than he did who I was, and the desira- 
bility of treating me with reasonable decency. — Just show the general 
that telegram you took from my coat-pocket, captain.” 

The paper was produced, and O’Neill read it over once or twice. 

You are on the New York ArguSy then?” 

Very much so, general.” 

I hope you have not been roughly used ?” 

Oh, no ; merely tied up in a hard knot and threatened with 
shooting, — that’s all.” 

^^Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Still, you must make some allow- 
ance at a time like this. If you will come with me I will write you a 
pass which will prevent any similar mistake happening in the future.” 
The general led the way to a smouldering camp-fire, where, out of a 
valise, he took writing-materials, and, using the valise as a desk, began 
to write. After he had written Head-quarters of the Grand Army 
of the Irish Republic,” he looked up and asked Yates his first name. 
Being answered, he inquired the name of his friend. 

I want nothing from you,” interposed Renmark. Don’t put my 
name on the paper.” 

Oh, that’s all right,” said Yates. Never mind him, general. 


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He’s a learned man who doesn’t know when to talk and when not to. 
As you march up to our tent, general, you will see an empty jug, which 
will explain everything. Denmark’s drunk, not to put too fine a point 
upon it, and he imagines himself a British subject.” 

The Fenian general looked up at the professor. 

Are you a Canadian ?” he asked. 

Certainly I am.” 

Well, in that case, if I let you leave camp, you must give me your 
word that should you fall in with the enemy you will give no informa- 
tion to them of our position, numbers, or of anything else you may 
have seen while with us.” 

I shall not give my word. On the contrary, if I should fall in 
with the Canadian troops I will tell them where you are, that you are 
from eight hundred to one thousand strong, and the worst-looking set 
of vagabonds I have ever seen out of jail.” 

General O’Neill frowned and looked from one to the other. 

“ Do you realize that you confess to being a spy, and that it be- 
comes my duty to have you taken out and shot?” 

In real war, yes. But this is mere idiotic fooling. All of you 
that don’t escape will be either in jail^or shot before twenty -four 
hours.” 

^^Well, by the gods, it won’t help you any. I’ll have you shot 
inside of ten minutes, instead of twenty-four hours.” 

Hold on, general, hold on,” cried Yates, as the angry man rose 
and confronted the two. I admit that he richly deserves shooting if 
you were the fool-killer, which you are not. But it won’t do. I will 
be responsible for him. Just finish that pass for me, and I will take 
care of the professor. Shoot me if you like, but don’t touch him. He 
hasn’t any sense, as you can see, but I am not to blame for that, nor 
are you. If you take to shooting everybody who is an ass, general, 
you won’t have any ammunition left to conquer Canada with.” 

The general smiled in spite of himself, and resumed the writing of 
the pass. There,” he said, handing the paper to Yates. You see, 
we always like to oblige the press. I will risk your belligerent friend, 
and I hope you will exercise more control over him, if you meet the 
Canadians, than you were able to exert here. Don’t you think, on the 
whole, you had better stay with us? We are going to march in a 
couple of hours, when the men have had a little rest.” He added in 
a lower voice, so that the professor could not hear, You didn’t see 
anything of the Canadians, I suppose ?” 

Not a sign. No, I don’t think I’ll stay. There will be five of 
our fellows here some time to-day, I expect, and that will be more than 
enough. I’m really here on a vacation. Been ordered rest and quiet. 
I’m beginning to think I have made a mistake in location.” 

Yates bade good-by to the commander, and walked with his friend 
out of the camp. They threaded their way among sleeping men and 
groups of stacked guns. On the top of one of the bayonets was 
hung a tall silk hat, which looked most incongruous in such a place. 

“I think,” said Yates, “that we will make for the Kidge Koad, 
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than through the woods ; and, besides, I want to stop at one of the 
farm-houses and get some breakfast. I’m as hungry as a bear after 
tramping so long.” 

Very well,” answered the professor, shortly. 

They stumbled along until they reached the edge of the wood, 
then, crossing some open fields, presently came upon the road near 
the spot where the fist-fight had taken place between Yates and Bart- 
lett. The two, now with greater comfort, walked silently along the 
road towards the west, with the reddening east behind them. The 
whole scene was strangely quiet and peaceful, and the recollection of 
the weird camp they had left in the woods seemed merely a bad dream. 
The morning air was sweet, and the birds were beginning to sing. 
Yates had intended to give the professor a piece of his mind regard- 
ing the lack of tact and common sense displayed by Renmark in the 
camp, but somehow the scarcely-awakened day did not lend itself to 
controversy, and the serene stillness soothed his spirit. He began to 
whistle softly that popular war-song, “ Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys 
are marching,” and then broke in with the question, — 

“ Say, Renny, did you notice that plug-hat on the bayonet?” 

“Yes,” answered the professor; “and I saw five others scattered 
around the camp.” 

“Jingo! you were observant. I can imagine nothing quite so 
ridiculous as a man going to war in a tall silk hat.” 

The professor made no reply, and Yates changed his whistling to 
“ Rally round the flag.” 

“ I presume,” he said at length, “ there is little use in attempting to 
improve the morning hour by trying to show you, Renmark, what a 
fool you made of yourself in the camp? Your natural diplomacy 
seemed to be slightly off the centre.” 

“ I do not hold diplomatic relations with thieves and vagabonds.” 

“They may be vagabonds, but so am I, for that matter. They 
may also be well-meaning mistaken men ; but I do not think they are 
thieves.” 

“While you were talking with the so-called general, one party 
came in with several horses that had been stolen from the neighboring 
farmers, and another party started out to get some more.” 

“ Oh, that isn’t stealing, Renmark ; that’s requisitioning. You 
mustn’t use such reckless language. I imagine the second party has 
been successful ; for here are three of them, all mounted.” 

The three horsemen referred to stopped their steeds at the sight 
of the two men coming round the bend of the road, and awaited their 
approach. Like so many of the others, they wore no uniform, but two 
of them held revolvers in their hands ready for action. The one who 
had no visible revolver moved his horse up the middle of the road 
towards the pedestrians, the other two taking positions on each side of 
the wagon- way. 

“ Who are you ? Where do you come from, and where are you 
going?” cried the foremost horseman, as the two walkers came within 
talking-distance. 

“It’s all right, commodore,” said Yates, jauntily, “and the top of 
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the morning to you. We are hungry pedestrians. We have just come 
from the camp, and we are going to get something to eat.^^ 

I must have a more satisfactory answer than that.^^ 

Well, here you have it, then,’^ answered Yates, pulling out his 
folded pass and handing it up to the horseman. The man read it care- 
fully. ‘‘You find that all right, I expect?’^ 

“ Right enough to cause your immediate arrest.” 

“ But the general said we were not to be molested further. That is 
in his own handwriting.” 

“ I presume it is, and all the worse for you. His handwriting does 
not run quite as far as the queen^s writ in this country yet. I arrest 
you in the name of the queen. — Cover these men with your revolvers, 
and shoot them down if they make any resistance.” So saying, the 
rider slipped from his horse, whipped out of his pocket a pair of hand- 
cuffs joined by a short stout steel chain, and, leaving his horse standing, 
grasped Renmark’s wrist. 

“ I’m a Canadian,” said the professor, wrenching his wrist away. 
“You mustn’t put handcuffs on me.” 

“ You are in very bad company, then. I am a constable of this 
county, and, if you are what you say, you will not resist arrest.” 

“ I will go with you, but you mustn’t handcuff me.” 

“ Oh ! mustn’t I ?” And, with a quick movement indicative of long 
practice with resisting criminals, the constable deftly slipped on one of 
the clasps, which closed with a sharp click and stuck like a burr. 

Renmark became deadly pale, and there was a dangerous glitter 
in his eyes. He drew back his clinched fist, in spite of the fact that 
the cocked revolver was edging closer and closer to him and the con- 
stable held his struggling manacled hand with grim determination. 

“ Hold on !” cried Yates, preventing the professor from striking 
the representative of the law. “ Don’t shoot,” he shouted to the man 
on horseback : “ it is all a little mistake, that will be quickly put right. 
You are three armed and mounted men, and we are only two, unarmed 
and on foot. There is no need of any revolver practice. — Now, Ren- 
mark, you are more of a rebel at the present moment than O’Neill. 
He owes no allegiance, and you do. Have you no respect for the forms 
of law and order? You are an anarchist at heart, for all your profes- 
sions. You would sing ‘ God save the Queen !’ in the wrong place 
awhile ago, so now be satisfied that you have got her, or, rather, that 
she has got you. — Now, constable, do you want to hitch the other end 
of that arrangement on my wrist ? or have you another pair for my 
own special use?” 

“ I’ll take your wrist, if you please.” 

“ All right : here you are.” Yates drew back his coat-sleeve and 
presented his wrist. The dangling cuff was speedily clamped upon it. 
The constable mounted the patient horse that stood waiting for him, 
watching him the while with intelligent eye. The two prisoners hand- 
cuffed together took the middle of the road, with a horseman on each side 
of them, the constable bringing up the rear, and thus they marched on, 
the professor gloomy from the indignity put upon them, and the news- 
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scouts concluded to go no farther towards the enemy, but to return to 
the Canadian forces with their prisoners. They marched down the 
road, all silent except Yates, who enlivened the morning air with the 
singing of John Brown.’’ 

Keep quiet,” said the constable, curtly. 

All right, I will. But look here : we shall pass shortly the 
house of a friend. We want to go and get something to eat.” 

“ You will get nothing to eat until I deliver you up to the officers 
of the volunteers.” 

And where, may I ask, are they ?” 

You may ask, but I will not answer.” 

“ Now, Renmark,” said Yates to his companion, “ the tough part 
of this episode is that we shall have to pass Bartlett’s house and ffiast 
merely on the remembrance of the good things which Mrs. Bartlett is 
always glad to bestow on the wayfarer. I call that refined cruelty. It 
is adding insult to injury.” 

As they neared the Bartlett homestead they caught sight of Miss 
Kitty on the veranda, shading her eyes from the rising sun and gazing 
earnestly at the approaching squad. As soon as she recognized the 
group she disappeared with a cry into the house. Presently there 
came out Mrs. Bartlett, followed by her son and more slowly by the 
old man himself. 

They all came down to the gate and waited. 

Hello, Mrs. Bartlett,” cried Yates, cheerily. You see the pro- 
fessor has got his deserts at last ; and I, being in bad company, share 
his fate, like the good dog Tray.” 

What’s all this about ?” cried Mrs. Bartlett. 

The constable, who knew both the farmer and his wife, nodded 
familiarly to them. They’re Fenian prisoners,” he said. 

‘‘ Nonsense !” cried Mrs. Bartlett, — the old man, as usual, keeping 
his mouth grimly shut when his wife was present to do the talking ; 

they’re not Fenians. They’ve been camping on our farm for a 
week or more.” 

That may be,” said the constable, firmly, but I have the best of 
evidence against them, and if I’m not very much mistaken they’ll 
hang for it.” 

Miss Kitty, who had been partly visible through the door, gave a 
cry of anguish at this remark and disappeared again. 

“ We have just escaped being hanged by the Fenians themselves, 
Mrs. Bartlett, and I hope the same fate awaits us at the hands of the 
Canadians.” 

‘‘ What I hanging ?” 

No, no ; just escaping. Not that I object to being hanged ; I hope 
I am not so pernickety as all that ; but, Mrs. Bartlett, you will sympathize 
with me when I tell you that the torture I am suffering from at this 
moment is the remembrance of the good things to eat which I have 
had in your house. I am simply starving to death, Mrs. Bartlett, and 
this hard-hearted constable refuses to allow me to ask you for anything.” 

Mrs. Bartlett came out through the gate to the road in a visible 
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“ Stoliker,” she exclaimed, I'm ashamed of you ! You may 
hang a man if you like, but you have no right to starve him. — Come 
straight in with me," she said to the prisoners. 

Madam," said Stoliker, severely, “ you must not interfere with the 
course of the law." 

The course of stuff and nonsense !" cried the angry woman. 
“ Do you think I am afraid of you, Sam Stoliker ? Haven't I chased 
you out of this very orchard when you were a boy trying to steal my 
apples ? Yes, and boxed your ears too when I caught you, and then 
was fool enough to fill your pockets with the best apples on the place 
after giving you what you deserved. Course of the law, indeed ! I'll 
box your ears now if you say anything more. Get down off your horse 
and have something to eat yourself. I dare say you need it." 

This is what I call a rescue," whispered Yates to his linked 
companion. 

What is a stern upholder of the law to do when the interferer with 
justice is a determined and angry woman accustomed to having her 
own way ? Stoliker looked helplessly at Hiram as the supposed head 
of the house, but the old man merely shrugged his shoulders, as much 
as to say, ‘‘ You see how it is yourself. I am helpless." 

Mrs. Bartlett marched her prisoners through the gate and up to 
the house. 

All I ask of you now," said Yates, is that you will give Ren- 
mark and me seats together at the table. We cannot bear to be sepa- 
rated even for an instant." 

Having delivered her prisoners to the custody of her daughter, at 
the same time admonishing her to get breakfast as quickly as possible, 
Mrs. Bartlett went to the gate again. The constable was still on his 
horse. Hiram had asked him, by way of treating him to a non-con- 
troversial subject, if this was the colt he had bought from old Brown 
on the second concession, and Stoliker had replied that it was. Hiram 
was saying he thought he recognized the horse by his sire, when Mrs. 
Bartlett broke in upon them. 

‘‘Come, Sam," she said, “no sulking, you know. Slip off the 
horse and come in. How's your mother?" 

“ She's pretty well, thank you," said Sam, sheepishly, coming down 
on his feet again. 

Kitty Bartlett, her gayety gone and her eyes red, waited on the 
prisoners, but absolutely refused to serve Sam Stoliker, on whom she 
looked with the utmost contempt, not taking into account the fact that 
the poor young man had been merely doing his duty, and doing it well. 

“ Take off these handcuffs, Sam," said Mrs. Bartlett, “ until they 
have breakfast at least." 

Stoliker produced a key and unlocked the manacles, slipping them 
into his pocket. 

“ Ah ! now," said Yates, looking at his red wrist, “ we can breathe 
easier, and I, for one, can eat more." 

The professor said nothing. The iron had not only encircled his 
wrist, but had entered his soul as well. Although Yates tried to make 
the early meal as cheerful as possible, it was rather a gloomy festival. 


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Stoliker began to feel, poor man, that the paths of duty were unpopu- 
lar. Old Hiram could be always depended upon to add sombreness 
and taciturnity to a wedding-feast, and the professor, never the live- 
liest of companions, sat silent, with clouded brow, and vexed even the 
cheerful Mrs. Bartlett by having evidently no appetite. When the 
hurried meal was over, Yates, noticing that Miss Kitty had left the 
room, sprang up and walked towards the kitchen door. Stoliker was 
on his feet in an instant, and made as though to follow him. 

^‘Sit down,’’ said the professor, sharply, speaking for the first 
time. He is not going to escape. Don’t be afraid. He has done 
nothing, and has no fear of arrest. It is always the innocent that 
you stupid officials arrest. The woods all around you are full of real 
Fenians, but you take excellent care to keep out of their way and give 
your attention to molesting perfectly inoffensive people.” 

‘‘Good for you, professor!” cried Mrs. Bartlett, emphatically. 
“That’s the truth, if ever it was spoken. But are there Fenians 
in the woods?” 

“ Hundreds of them. They came on us in the tent about three 
o’clock this morning, — or at least an advance-guard did, — and, after 
talking of shooting us where we stood, they marched us- to the Fenian 
camp instead. Yates got a pass written by the Fenian general, so that 
we should not be troubled again. That is the precious document which 
this man thinks is deadly evidence. He never asked us a question, 
but clapped the handcufe on our wrists, while the other fools held 
pistols to our heads.” 

“ It isn’t my place to ask questions,” retorted Stoliker, doggedly. 
“ You can tell all this to the colonel or the sheriff, and if they let you 
go I’ll say nothing against it.” 

Meanwhile, Yates had made his way into the kitchen, taking the 
precaution to shut the door after him. Kitty Bartlett looked quickly 
around as the door shut. Before she could speak, the young man 
caught her by the plump shoulders, — a thing which he certainly had no 
right to do. 

“ Miss Kitty Bartlett,” he said, “ you’ve been crying.” 

“ I haven’t ; and if I had, it is nothing to you.” 

“ Oh, I’m not so sure about that. Don’t deny it. For whom were 
you crying? The professor?” 

“ No, nor for you either, although I suppose you have conceit 
enough to think so.” 

“ Me conceited ? Anything but that. Come now, Kitty, for whom 
were you crying? I must know.” 

“ Please let me go, Mr. Yates,” said Kitty, with an effort at dig- 
nity. 

“ Dick is my name. Kit.” 

“ Well, mine is not Kit.” 

“ You’re quite right. Now that you mention it, I will call you 
Kitty, which is much prettier than the abbreviation.” 

“ I did not ‘ mention it.’ Please let me go. Nobody has the right 
to call me anything but Miss Bartlett ; that is, you haven’t, anyhow.” 

“Well, Kitty, don’t you think it is about time to give somebody 


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the right ? Why won’t you look up at me, so that I can tell for sure 
whether I should have accused you of crying:? Look up, — Miss 
Bartlett.” 

Please let me go, Mr. Yates. Mother will be here in a minute.” 

‘‘Mother is a wise and thoughtful woman. We’ll risk mother. 
Besides, I’m not in the least afraid of her, and I don’t believe you are. 
I think she is at this moment giving poor Mr. Stoliker a piece of her 
mind ; otherwise, I imagine, he would have followed me. I saw it in 
his eye.” 

“ I hate that man,” said Kitty, inconsequently. 

“ I like him, because he brought me here, even if I was handcuffed. 
Kitty, why don’t you look up at me? Are you afraid?” 

“ What should I be afraid of?” asked Kitty, giving him one swift 
glance from her pretty blue eyes. “ Not of you, I hope.” 

“ Well, Kitty, I sincerely hope not. Now, Miss Bartlett, do you 
know why I came out here ?” 

“For something more to eat, very likely,” said the girl, mis- 
chievously. 

“ Now, Miss Kitty, that, to a man in captivity, is both cruel and 
unkind. Besides, I had a first-rate breakfast, thank you. No such 
motive drew me into the kitchen. But I will tell you. You shall 
have it from my own lips. That was the reason.” 

He suited the action to the word, and kissed her before she knew 
what was about to happen. At least Yates, with all his experience, 
thought he had taken her unawares. Men often make mistakes in 
little matters of this kind. Kitty pushed him with apparent indigna- 
tion from her, but she did not strike him across the face as she 
had done before when he merely attempted what he had now accom- 
plished. Perhaps this was because she had been taken so completely 
by surprise. 

“ I shall call my mother,” she threatened. 

“ Oh, no, you won’t. Besides, she wouldn’t come.” Then this 
frivolous young man began to sing in a low voice the flippant refrain, 
“ Here’s to the girl that gets a kiss and runs and tells her mothel*,” 
ending with the wish that she should live and die an old maid and 
never get another. Kitty should not have smiled, but she did ; she 
should have rebuked his levity, but she didn’t. 

“ It is about the great and disastrous consequences of living and 
dying an old maid that I want to speak to you. I have a plan for the 
prevention of such a catastrophe, and I would like to get your approval 
of it.” 

Yates had released the girl, partly because she had wrenched her- 
self away from him and partly because he heard a movement in the 
dining-room and expected the entrance of Stoliker or some of the 
others. Miss Kitty stood with her back to the table, her eyes fixed on 
a spring flower which she had unconsciously taken from a vase stand- 
ing on the window-ledge. She smoothed the petals this way and that, 
and seemed so interested in botanical investigation that Yates wondered 
whether she was paying attention to what he was saying or not. What 
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that they should be interrupted at this critical moment by the one 
person on earth who could make Yateses tongue falter. 

The outer door to the kitchen burst open, and Margaret Howard 
stood on the threshold, her lovely face aflame with indignation, and 
her dark hair down over her shoulders, forming a picture of loveliness 
that fairly took Yates’s breath away. She did not notice him. 

Oh, Kitty,” she cried, those wretches have stolen all our horses ! 
Is your father here ?” 

What wretches?” asked Kitty, ignoring the question, and startled 
by the sudden advent of her friend. 

“ The Fenians. They have taken all the horses that were in the 
fields, and your horses as well. So I ran over to tell you.” 

Have they taken your own horse too ?” 

No. I always keep Gypsy in the stable. The thieves did not 
come near the house. Oh, Mr. Yates ! — I did not see you.” And 
Margaret’s hand, with the unconscious vanity of a woman, sought her 
dishevelled hair, which Yates thought too becoming ever to be put in 
order again. 

Margaret reddened as she realized from Kitty’s evident embarrass- 
ment that she had impulsively broken in upon a conference of two. 

I must tell your father about it,” she said, hurriedly, and before 
Yates could open the door she had done so for herself. Again she was 
taken aback to see so many sitting round the table. 

There was a moment’s silence between the two in the kitchen, but 
the spell was broken. 

‘‘ I — I don’t suppose there will be any trouble about getting back 
the horses,” said Yates, hesitatingly. “ If you lose them the govern- 
ment will have to pay.” 

I presume so,” answered Kitty, coldly ; then, Excuse me, Mr. 
Yates : I mustn’t stay here any longer.” So saying, she followed 
Margaret into the other room. 

Yates drew a long breath of relief. All his old difficulties of 
preference had arisen when the outer door burst open. He felt that 
he had had a narrow escape, and began to wonder if he had really com- 
mitted himself. Then the fear swept over him that Margaret might 
have noticed her friend’s evident confusion and surmised its cause. He 
wondered whether this would help him or hurt him with Margaret if 
he finally made up his mind to favor her with his serious attentions. 
Still, he reflected that, after all, they were both country-girls and would 
no doubt be only too eager to accept a chance to live in New York. 
Thus his mind gradually resumed its normal state of self-confidence, 
and he argued that whatever Margaret’s suspicions were, they could not 
but make him more precious in her eyes. He knew of instances where 
the very danger of losing a man had turned a woman’s wavering mind 
entirely in the man’s favor. When he had reached this point, the door 
from the dining-room opened, and Stoliker appeared. 

We are waiting for you,” said the constable. 

All right. I am ready.” 

As he entered the room he saw the two girls standing together 
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I wish I was a constable for twenty-four hours,” cried Mrs. Bart- 
lett. I would be hunting horse-thieves, instead of handcuffing inno- 
cent men.” 

‘‘Come along,” said the impassive Stoliker, taking the handcuffs 
from his pocket. 

“If you three men,” continued Mrs. Bartlett, “cannot take those 
two to camp, or to jail, or anywhere else, without handcuffing them, 
I’ll go along with you myself and protect you and see that they don’t 
escape. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Sam Stoliker, if you 
have any manhood about you, — which I doubt.” 

“ I must do my duty.” 

The professor rose from his chair. “ Mr. Stoliker,” he said, with 
determination, “ my friend and myself will go with you quietly. We 
will make no attempt to escape, as we have done nothing to make us 
fear investigation. But I give you fair warning that if you attempt 
to put a handcuff on my wrist again I will smash you.” 

A cry of terror from one of the girls at the prospect of a fight 
caused the professor to realize where he was. He turned to them, and 
said, in a contrite voice, — 

“ Oh ! I forgot you were here. I sincerely beg your pardon.” 

Margaret, with blazing eyes, cried, — 

“ Don’t beg my pardon, but — smash him.” 

Then a consciousness of what she had said overcame her, and the 
excited girl hid her blushing face on her friend’s shoulder, while Kitty 
lovingly stroked her dark tangled hair. 

Benmark took a step towards them, and stopped. Yates, with his 
usual quickness, came to the rescue, and his cheery voice relieved the 
tension of the situation : 

“ Come, come, Stoliker, don’t be an idiot. I do not object in the 
least to the handcuffs ; and if you are dying to handcuff somebody, 
handcuff me. It hasn’t struck your luminous mind that you have not 
the first tittle of evidence against my friend, and that even if I were 
the greatest criminal in America the fact of his being with me is no 
crime. The truth is, Stoliker, that I wouldn’t be in your shoes for a 
good many dollars. You talk a great deal about doing your duty, 
but you have exceeded it in the case of the professor. I hope you have 
no property ; for the professor can, if he likes, make you pay sweetly 
for putting the handcuffs on him without a warrant or even without 
one jot of evidence. — What is the penalty for false arrest, Hiram ?” 
continued Yates, suddenly appealing to the old man. “ I think it is a 
thousand dollars.” 

Hiram said gloomily that he didn’t know. Stoliker was hit on a 
tender spot, for he owned a farm. 

“Better apologize to the professor and let us get along. — Good- 
by, all. — Mrs. Bartlett, that breakfast was the very best I ever 
tasted.” 

The good woman smiled and shook hands with him. 

“ Good-by, Mr. Yates ; and I hope you will soon come back to have 
another.” 

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his horse. The girls from the veranda watched the procession move 
up the dusty road. They were silent, and had even forgotten the 
exciting event of the stealing of the horses. 


CHAPTER IX. 

When the two prisoners with their three captors came in sight of 
the Canadian volunteers they beheld a scene which was much more 
military than the Fenian camp. They were promptly halted and ques- 
tioned by a picket before coming to the main body, and the sentry 
knew enough not to shoot until he had asked for the countersign. 
Passing the picket, they came in full view of the Canadian force, the 
men of which looked very spick and span in uniforms which seemed 
painfully new in the clear light of the fair June morning. The guns, 
topped by a bristle of bayonets that glittered as the rising sun shone on 
them, were stacked with neat precision here and there. The men were 
preparing their breakfast, and a temporary halt had been called for that 
purpose. The volunteers were scattered by the side of the road and in 
the fields. Renmark recognized the colors of the regiment from his 
own city, and noticed that there was with it a company that was strange 
to him. Although led to them a prisoner, he felt a glowing pride in 
the regiment and their trim appearance, a pride that was both national 
and civic. He instinctively held himself more erect as he approached. 

Renmark,” said Yates, looking at him with a smile, you are 
making a thoroughly British mistake.” 

What do you mean? I haven’t spoken.” 

No, but I see it in your eye. You are underestimating the enemy. 
You think this pretty company is going to walk over that body of 
unkempt tramps we saw in the woods this morning.” 

I do indeed, if the tramps wait to be walked over, — which I very 
much doubt.” 

• That’s just where you make the mistake. Most of these are raw 
boys, who know all that can be learned of war on a cricket-field. They 
will be the worst-whipped set of young fellows before night that this 
part of the country has ever seen. Wait till they see one of their com- 
rades fall with the blood gushing out of a wound in his breast. If 
they don’t turn and run, then I’m a Dutchman. I’ve seen raw recruits 
before. They should have a company of older men here who have seen 
service, to steady them. The fellows we saw this morning were sleeping 
like logs in the damp woods, as we stepped over them. They are vet- 
erans. What will be but a mere skirmish to them will seem to these 
boys the most awful tragedy that ever happened.” 

Sorne of the volunteers crowded around the incomers, eagerly 
inquiring for news of the enemy. The Fenians had taken the pre- 
caution to cut all the telegraph-wires leading out of Fort Erie, and 
hence those in command of the companies did not even know that 
the Fenians had left that locality. They were now on their way to a 
point where they were to meet Colonel Peacocke’s force of regulars, — 
a point which they were destined never to reach. Stoliker sought an 


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officer and delivered up his prisoners, together with the incriminating 
paper that Yates had handed to him. The officer’s decision was short 
and sharp, as military decisions are generally supposed to be. He 
ordered the constable to take both of the prisoners and put them in 
jail at Port Colborne. There was no time now for an inquiry into the 
case ; that could come afterwards ; and as long as the men were safe in 
jail everything would be all right. To this the constable mildly inter- 
posed two objections. In the first place, he said, he was with the volun- 
teers, not in his capacity as constable, but in the position of guide and 
man who knew the country. In the second place, there was no jail at 
Port Colborne. 

Where is the nearest jail 

“The jail of the county is at Welland, the county town,” replied 
the constable. 

“Very well : take them there.” 

“ But I am here as guide,” repeated Stoliker. 

The officer hesitated for a moment. “ You haven’t handcuffs with 
you, I presume ?” 

“ Yes, I have,” said Stoliker, producing the instrument. 

“Well, then, handcuff them together, and I will send one of the 
company over to Welland with them. How far is it across country ?” 

Stoliker told him. 

The officer called one of the volunteers, and said to him, — 

“ You are to make your way across country to Welland and deliver 
these men up to the jailer there. They will be handcuffed together, but 
you take a revolver with you, and if they give you any trouble, shoot 
them.” 

The volunteer reddened and drew himself up. “I am not a 
policeman,” he said. “ I am a soldier.” 

“ Very well, then, your first duty as a soldier is to obey orders. I 
order you to take these men to Welland.” 

The volunteers had crowded around as this discussion went on, 
and a murmur rose among them at the order of the officer. They 
evidently sympathized with their comrade’s objection to the duties 
of a policeman. One of them made his way through the crowd, and 
cried, — 

“ Hello ! this is the professor. This is Mr. Renmark. He’s no 
Fenian.” Two or three more of the University students recognized 
Renmark, and, pushing up to him, greeted him warmly. He was 
evidently a favorite with his class. Among others, young Howard 
pressed forward. 

“ It is nonsense,” he cried, “ talking about sending Professor Ren- 
mark to jail. He is no more a Fenian than Governor-General Monck. 
We’ll all go bail for the professor.” 

The officer wavered. “ If you know him,” he said, “ that is a dif- 
ferent matter. But this other man has a letter from the commander 
of the Fenians recommending him to the consideration of all friends of 
the Fenian cause. I can’t let him go free.” 

“Are you the chief in command here?” asked Renmark. 

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^‘Mr. Yates is a friend of mine who is here with me on his vaca- 
tion. He is a New York journalist, and has nothing in common with 
the invaders. If you insist on sending him to Welland I must de- 
mand that we be taken before the officer in command. In any case 
he and I stand or fall together. I am exactly as guilty or innocent as 
he is.’’ 

We can’t bother the colonel about every triviality.” 

A man’s liberty is no triviality. What in the name of common 
sense are you, fighting for but for liberty ?” 

“ Thanks, Renmark, thanks,” said Yates, but I don’t care to see 
the colonel, and I shall welcome Welland jail. I am tired of all this 
bother. I came here for rest and quiet, and I am going to have 
them, if I have to go to jail for them. I’m coming reluctantly to the 
belief that jail’s the most comfortable place in Canada, anyhow.” 

But this is an outrage,” cried the professor, indignantly. 

Of course it is,” replied Yates, wearily ; but the woods are full 
of them. There’s always outrages going on, especially in so-called 
free countries; therefore one more or less won’t make much differ- 
ence. — Come, officer, who’s going to take me to Welland? or shall I 
have to go by myself? I’m a Fenian from ’way back, and came here 
especially to overturn the throne and take it home with me. For 
heaven’s sake know your own mind one way or other, and let us end 
this conference.” 

The officer was wroth. He speedily gave the order to Stoliker 
to handcuff the prisoner to himself and deliver him to the jailer at 
Welland. 

‘‘But I want assistance,” objected Stoliker. “The prisoner is a 
bigger man than I am.” The volunteers laughed as Stoliker men- 
tioned this self-evident fact. 

“ If any one likes to go with you he can go. I shall give no 
orders.” 

No one volunteered to accompany the constable. 

“ Take this revolver with you,” continued the officer, “ and if he 
attempts to escape shoot him. Besides, you know the way to Welland, 
so I can’t send anybody in your place, even if I wanted to.” 

“ Howard knows the way,” persisted Stoliker. That young man 
spoke up with great indignation : 

“Yes, but Howard isn’t constable, and Stoliker is. I’m not 
going.” 

Renmark went up to his friend. 

“ Who’s acting foolishly now, Yates ?” he said. “ Why don’t you 
insist on seeing the colonel ? The chances are ten to one that you 
would be allowed off.” 

“ Don’t make any mistake. The colonel will very likely be some 
fussy individual who magnifies his own importance and who will send 
a squad of volunteers to escort me, and I want to avoid that. These 
officers always stick by each other : they’re bound to. I want to go 
alone with Stoliker. I have a score to settle with him.” 

“ Now, don’t do anything rash. You’ve done nothing so far, but 
if you assault an officer of the law that will be a different matter.” 


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“ Satan reproving sin. Who prevented you from hitting Stoliker 
a short time since 

Well, I was wrong then. You are wrong now.” 

‘^See here, Renny,” whispered Yates, ^‘you get back to the tent 
and see that everything’s all right. I’ll be with you in an hour or so. 
Don’t look so frightened. I won’t hurt Stoliker. But I want to see 
this fight, and I won’t get there if the colonel sends an escort. I’m 
going to use Stoliker as a shield when the bullets begin flying.” 

The bugles sounded for the troops to fall in, and Stoliker very re- 
luctantly attached one clasp of the handcufip around his own left wrist 
while he snapped the other on the right wrist of Yates, who embar- 
rassed him with kindly assistance. The two manacled men disap- 
peared down the road, while the volunteers rapidly fell in, to continue 
their morning’s march. 

Young Howard beckoned to the professor from his place in the 
ranks. I say, professor, how did you happen to be down this way ?” 

I have been camping out here for a week or more with Yates, 
who is an old school-fellow of mine.” 

What a shame to have him led ofi* in that way ! But he seemed 
to rather like the idea. Jolly fellow, I should say. But I wish I had 
known you were in this neighborhood. My folks live near here. They 
would only have been too glad to be of assistance to you.” 

They have been of assistance to me, and exceedingly kind as 
well.” 

What ? You know them ? All of them ? Have you met Mar- 
garet ?” 

Yes,” said the professor, slowly, but his glance fell as it encoun- 
tered the eager eyes of the youth. It was evident that Margaret was 
the brother’s favorite. 

Fall back, there,” cried the officer to Renmark. 

May I march along with them ? or can you give me a gun and 
let me take part ?” 

^^No,” said the officer, with some hauteur ; ‘^this is no place for 
civilians.” Again the professor smiled, as he reflected that the whole 
company, as far as martial experience went, were merely civilians 
dressed in uniform, and he became grave again when he remembered 
Yates’s ominous prediction regarding them. 

‘‘I say, Mr. Renmark,” cried young Howard, as the company 
moved off, ^^if you see any of them don’t tell them I’m here, — 
especially Margaret. It might make them uneasy. I’ll get leave 
when this is over and drop in on them.” 

The boy spoke with the hopeful confidence of youth, and had 
evidently no premonition of how his appointment would be kept. 
Renmark left the road and struck across country for the tent, which 
he reached without further molestation, finding it as he had left it. 

Meanwhile, two men were tramping steadily along the dusty road 
towards Welland, the captor moody and silent, the prisoner talkative 
and entertaining. Yates’s conversation often went beyond the enter- 
tainment, and became, at times, instructive. He discussed the affairs 
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reasons for the practical use of common sense in every emergency, 
passed opinions on the methods of agriculture adopted in various parts 
of the country, told stories of the war, gave instances of men in captivity 
murdering those who were in charge of them, deduced from these 
anecdotes the foolishness of resisting lawful authority lawfully exer- 
cised, and in general showed that he was a man who respected power 
and the exercise thereof. Suddenly branching to more practical matters, 
he exclaimed, — 

^‘Say, Stoliker, how many taverns are there between here and 
Welland?’^ 

Stoliker had never counted them. 

Well, that’s encouraging, anyhow. If there are so many that it 
requires an elFort of the memory to enumerate them, we will likely 
have something to drink before long.” 

I never drink while on duty,” said Stoliker, curtly. 

^‘Oh, well, don’t apologize for it. Every man has his failings. 
I’ll be only too happy to give you some instructions. I have ac- 
quired the useful practice of being able to drink both on and off duty. 
Anything can be done, Stoliker, if you give your mind to it. I 
don’t believe in the word ‘ can’t,’ either with or without the inverted 
comma.” 

Stoliker did not answer, and Yates yawned wearily. 

I wish you would hire a rig, constable. I’m tired of walking. 
I’ve been on my feet ever since three this morning.” 

I have no authority to hire a buggy.” 

‘‘ But what do you do when a prisoner refuses to move ?” 

I make him move,” said Stoliker, shortly. 

‘‘Ah, I see. That’s a good plan, and saves bills at the livery- 
stable.” 

They came to a tempting bank by the road-side, when Yates 
cried, — 

“ Let’s sit down and have a rest. I’m tired out. The sun is hot 
and the road dusty. You can let me have half an hour; the day’s 
young yet.” 

“ I’ll let you have fifteen minutes.” 

They sat down together. “ I wish a team would come along,” said 
Yates, with a sigh. 

“ No chance of a team, with most of the horses in the neighborhood 
stolen and the troops on the roads.” 

“ That’s so,” assented Yates, sleepily. 

He was evidently done out, for his chin dropped on his breast and 
his eyes closed. His breathing came soft and regular, and his body 
leaned towards the constable, who sat bolt upright. Yates’s left arm 
fell across the knees of Stoliker, and he leaned more and more heavily 
against him. The constable did not know whether he was shamming 
or not, but he took no risks. He kept his grasp firm on the butt of 
the revolver. Yet, he reflected, Yates could surely not meditate an 
attempt on his weapon, for he had a few minutes before told him a 
story about a prisoner who escaped in exactly that way. Stoliker was 
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was altogether too polite and good-natured ; and, besides, the constable 
dumbly felt that the prisoner was a much cleverer man than he. 

“ Here, sit up,’’ he said, gruffly. I’m not paid to carry you, you 
know.” 

What’s that ? What’s that ? What’s that ?” cried Yates, rapidly, 
blinking his eyes and straightening up. Oh, it’s only you, Stoliker. 

I thought it was my friend Renmark. Have I been asleep ?” 

“ Either that or pretending, — I don’t know which, nor do I care.” 

Oh ! I must have been pretending,” answered Yates, drowsily ; 
“ I can’t have dropped asleep. How long have we been here ?” 

About five minutes.” 

All right.” And Yates’s head began to droop again. 

This time the constable felt no doubt about it. No man could 
imitate sleep so well. Several times Yates nearly fell forward, and each 
time saved himself, with the usual luck of a sleeper or a drunkard. 
Nevertheless Stoliker never took his hand from his revolver. Suddenly 
with a greater lurch than usual Yates pitched head-first down the bank, 
carrying the constable with him. The steel band of the handcuff 
nipped the wrist of Stoliker, who, with an oath and a cry of pain, in- 
stinctively grasped the links between, with his right hand, to save his 
wrist. Like a cat Yates was upon him, showing marvellous agility 
for a man who had just tumbled in a heap. The next instant he held 
aloft the revolver, crying, triumphantly, — 

‘‘ How’s that, umpire ? Out, I expect.” 

The constable, with set teeth, still rubbed his wounded wrist, real- 
izing the hopelessness of a struggle. 

“ Now, Stoliker,” said Yates, pointing the pistol at him, what 
have you to say before I fire ?” 

Nothing,” answered the constable, except that you will be 
hanged at Welland, instead of staying a few days in jail.” 

Yates laughed. “That’s not bad, Stoliker, and I really believe 
there’s some grit in you, if you are a man-catcher. Still, you were not 
in very much danger, as perhaps you knew. Now, if you should want 
this pistol again, just watch where it alights.” And Yates, taking the 
weapon by the muzzle, tossed it as far as he could into the field. 

Stoliker watched its flight intently, then putting his hand into his 
pocket he took out some small object and flung it as nearly as he could 
to the spot where the revolver fell. 

“ Is that how you mark the place ?” asked Yates, “ or is it some spell 
that will enable you to find the pistol ?” 

“ Neither,” answered the constable, quietly. “ It is the key of the 
handcuffs. The duplicate is at Welland.” 

Yates whistled a prolonged note and looked with admiration at the 
little man. He saw the hopelessness of the situation. If he attempted 
to search for the key in the long grass the chances were ten to one that 
Stoliker would stumble on the pistol before Yates found the key, in 
which case the reporter would be once more at the mercy of the law. 

“ Stoliker, you’re evidently fonder of my company than I am of 
yours. That wasn’t a bad strategic move on your part, but it may 
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off. I’m not going to Welland this trip, as you may be disappointed 
to learn. I have gone with you as far as I intend to. You will now 
come with me.” 

I shall not move,” replied the constable, firmly. 

Very well, stay there,” said Yates, twisting his hand around so 
as to grasp the chain that joined the cuffs. Getting a firm grip, he 
walked up the road down which they had tramped a few minutes 
before. Stoliker set his teeth and tried to hold his ground, but was 
forced to follow. Nothing was said by either until several hundred 
yards were thus traversed. Then Yates stopped. 

Having now demonstrated to you the fact that you must accom- 
pany me, I hope you will show yourself a sensible man, Stoliker, and 
come with me quietly. It will be less exhausting for both of us, and 
all the same in the end. You can do nothing until you get help. I 
am going to see the fight, which I feel sure will be a brief one, so I 
don’t want to lose any more time in getting back. In order to avoid 
meeting people and having me explain to them that you are my pris- 
oner, I propose we go through the fields.” 

One difference between a fool and a wise man is that the wise 
man always accepts the inevitable. The constable was wise. The two 
crossed the rail fence into the fields and walked along peaceably to- 
gether, Stoliker silent as usual with the grim confidence of a man who 
is certain of ultimate success, who has the nation behind him with all 
its machinery working in his favor ; Yates talkative, argumentative, 
and instructive by turns, occasionally breaking forth into song when 
the unresponsiveness of the other rendered conversation difficult. 

Stoliker, how supremely lovely and quiet and restful are the silent 
scented spreading fields ! How soothing to a spirit tired of the city’s 
din is this solitude, broken only by the singing of the birds and the 
drowsy droning of the bee erroneously termed ‘ bumble’ ! The green 
fields, the shady trees, the sweet freshness of the summer air, untainted 
by city smoke, and over all the eternal serenity of the blue and cloud- 
less sky, — how can human spite and human passion exist in such 
a paradise ? Does it all not make you feel as if you were an innocent 
child again, with motives pure and conscience white ?” 

If Stoliker felt like an innocent child he did not look it. With 
clouded brow he eagerly scanned the empty fields, hoping for help. 
But if the constable made no reply there was an answer that electrified 
Yates and put all thought of the beauty of the country out of his 
mind. The dull report of a musket far in front of them suddenly 
broke the silence, followed by several scattering shots and then the 
roar of a volley. This was sharply answered by the ring of rifies to 
the right. With an oath Yates broke into a run. 

“ They’re at it !” he cried, and all on account of your confounded 
obstinacy I shall miss the whole show. The Fenians have opened fire, 
and the Canadians have not been long in replying.” 

The din of the firing now became incessant. The veteran in Yates 
was aroused. He was like an old war-horse who again feels the intoxi- 
cating smell of battle-smoke. The lunacy of gunpowder shone in his 
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*‘Come on, you loitering idiot !” he cried to the constable, who had 
difficulty in keeping pace with him, — come on, or, by the gods, 1^11 
break your wrist across a fence-rail and tear this brutal iron from it.” 

The savage face of the prisoner was transformed with the passion 
of war, and for the first time that day Stoliker quailed before the 
insane glare of his eyes. But, if he was afraid, he did not show his 
fear to Yates. 

Come on, youP^ he shouted, springing ahead and giving a twist 
to the handcuffs well known to those who have to deal with refractory 
criminals. I am as eager to see the fight as you are.” 

The sharp pain brought Yates to his senses again. He laughed, 
and said, “ That’s the ticket. I’m with you. Perhaps you would not 
be in such a hurry if you knew that I am going into the thick of the 
fight and intend to use you as a shield from the bullets.” 

That’s all right,” answered the little constable, panting. Two 
sides are firing. I’ll shield you on one side, and you’ll have to shield 
me on the other.” 

Again Yates laughed, and they ran silently together. Avoiding 
the houses, they came out at the Ridge Road. The smoke rolled up 
above the trees, showing where the battle was going on, some distance 
beyond. Yates made the constable cross the fence and the road and take 
to the fields again, bringing him around behind Bartlett’s house and 
barn. No one was visible near the house except Kitty Bartlett, who 
stood at the back, watching with pale and anxious face the roll of the 
smoke, now and then covering her ears with her hands as the sound of 
an extra loud volley assailed them. Stoliker lifted up his voice and 
shouted for help. 

If you do that again,” cried Yates, clutching him by the throat. 
I’ll choke you.” 

But he did not need to do it again. The girl heard the cry, turned 
with a frightened look, and was about to fly into the house, when 
she recognized the two. Then she came towards them. Yates took 
his hand away from the constable’s throat. 

‘‘ Where is your father or brother?” demanded the constable. 

I don’t know.” 

Where is your mother ?” 

She is over with Mrs. Howard, who is ill.” 

Are you all alone ?” 

^^Yes.” 

Then I command you in the name of the queen to give no assist- 
ance to this prisoner, but to do as I tell you.” 

“ And I command you in the name of the President,” cried Yates, 
to keep your mouth shut and not to address a lady like that. — Kitty,” 
he continued, in a milder tone, “ could you tell me where to get a file, 
so that I may cut these wrist-ornaments? Don’t you get it. You are 
to do nothing. Just indicate wdiere the file is. The law mustn’t have 
any hold on you, as it seems to have on me.” 

Why don’t you make him unlock them ?” asked Kitty. 

Because the villain threw away the key in the fields.” 

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The constable caught his breath. 

But he did. I saw him.” 

“ And I saw him unlock them at breakfast. The key was on the 
end of his watch-chain. He hasn’t thrown that away.” 

She made a move to take out his watch-chain, but Yates stopped 
her : 

Don’t touch him. I’m playing a lone hand here.” He jerked 
out the chain, and the real key dangled from it. 

‘‘ Well, Stoliker,” he said, I don’t know which to admire most, 
your cleverness and pluck, my stupidity, or Miss Bartlett’s acuteness 
of observation. — Can we get into the barn, Kitty ?” 

Yes, but you mustn’t hurt him.” 

“ No fear. I think too much of him. Don’t you come in. I’ll 
be out in a moment, like the medium from a spiritualistic dark 
cabinet.” 

Entering the barn, Yates forced the constable up against the square 
oaken post which was part of the framework of the building, and 
which formed one side of the perpendicular ladder that led to the 
top of the hay-mow. 

“ Now, Stoliker,” he said, solemnly, “ you realize, of course, that I 
don’t want to hurt you, yet you also realize that I must hurt you if you 
attempt any tricks. I can’t take any risks ; please remember that; and 
recollect that by the time you are free again I shall be in the State 
of New York. So don’t compel me to smash your head against this 
post.” He, with some trouble, unlocked the clasp on his own wrist; 
then, drawing Stoliker’s right hand around the post, he snapped the 
same clasp on the constable’s hitherto free wrist. The unfortunate 
man, with his cheek against the oak, was in the comical position of 
lovingly embracing the post. 

I’ll get you a chair from the kitchen, so that you will be more 
comfortable, — unless, like Samson, you can pull down the supports. 
Then I must bid you good-by.” 

Yates went out to the girl, who was waiting for him. 

I want to borrow a kitchen chair, Kitty,” he said, so that poor 
Stoliker will get a rest.” 

They walked towards the house. Yates noticed that the firing 
had ceased, except a desultory shot here and there across the country. 

“ I shall have to get over the border as quickly as I can,” he con- 
tinued. This country is getting too hot for me.” 

You are much safer here,” said the girl, with downcast eyes. A 
man has brought the news that the United States gunboats are sail- 
ing up and down the river, making prisoners of all who attempt to 
cross from this side.” 

^'You don’t say! Well, I might have known that. Then what 
am I to do with Stoliker? I can’t keep him tied up here. Yet the 
moment he gets loose I’m done for.” 

Perhaps mother could persuade him not to do anything more. 
Shall I go for her?” 

I don’t think it would be any use. Stoliker’s a stubborn animal. 
He has suffered too much at my hands to be in a forgiving mood. 

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We^Jl briDg him a chair, anyhow, and see the effect of kindness on 
him.” 

When the chair was placed at Stoliker’s disposal, he sat down upon 
it, still hugging the post with an enforced fervency that in spite of the 
solemnity of the occasion nearly made Kitty laugh, and lit up her eyes 
with the mischievousness that had always delighted Yates. 

“ How long am 1 to be kept here ?” asked the constable. 

“ Oh, not long,” answered Yates, cheerily ; not a moment longer 
than is necessary. I’ll telegraph when I’m safe in New York State : so 
you won’t be here more than a day or two.” 

This assurance did not appear to bring much comfort to Stoliker. 

Look here,” he said, I guess I know as well as the next man 
when I’m beaten. I have been thinking all this over. I am under 
the sheriff’s orders, and not under the orders of that officer. I don’t 
believe you’ve done anything anyhow, or you wouldn’t have acted quite 
the way you did. If the sheriff had sent me it would have been 
different. As it is, if you unlock those cuffs I’ll give you my word 
I’ll do nothing more unless I’m ordered to. Like as not they’ve 
forgotten all about you by this time; and there’s nothing on record, 
anyhow.” 

“ Do you mean it? Will you act square?” 

“ Certainly I’ll act square. I don’t suppose you doubt that. I 
didn’t ask any favors before, and I did what I could to hold you.” 

Enough said,” cried Yates. I’ll risk it.” 

Stoliker stretched his arms wearily above his head when he was 
released. 

I wonder,” he said, now that Kitty was gone, if there is any- 
thing to eat in the house ?” 

Shake !” cried Yates, holding out his hand to him. “ Another 
great and mutual sentiment unites us, Stoliker. Let us go and see.” 


CHAPTER X. 

The man who wanted to see the fight did not see it, and the man 
who did not want to see it saw it. Yates arrived on the field of con- 
flict when all was over ; Renmark found the battle raging around him 
before he realized that things had reached a crisis. 

The result of the struggle was similar in effect to an American 
railway-accident of the first class. One officer and five privates were 
killed on the Canadian side, one man was missing, and many were 
wounded. The number of the Fenians killed will probably never be 
known. Several were buried on the field of battle, others were taken 
back by O’Neill’s brigade when they retreated. 

Although the engagement resulted as Yates had predicted, yet he 
was wrong in his estimate of the Canadians. Volunteers are invariably 
underrated by men of experience in military matters. The boys fought 
well, even when they saw their ensign fall dead before them. If the 
affair had been left entirely in their hands the result might have been 
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by regulars, quickly put down a much more formidable rising in the 
Northwest. But in the present case they were hampered by their de- 
pendence on the British troops, whose commander moved them with 
all the ponderous slowness of real war and approached O’Neill as if 
he had been approaching Napoleon, He thus managed to get in a day 
after the fair on every occasion, being too late for the fight at Ridgeway 
and too late to capture any considerable number of the flying Fenians 
at Fort Erie. The campaign on the Canadian side was magnificently 
planned and wretchedly carried out. The volunteers and regulars were 
to meet at a point close to where the fight took place, but the British 
commander delayed two hours in starting, which fact the Canadian 
colonel did not learn until too late. These blunders culminated in a 
ghastly mistake on the field. The Canadian colonel ordered his men 
to charge across an open field and attack the Fenian force in the woods, 
— a brilliant but foolish move. To the command the volunteers gal- 
lantly responded, but against stupidity the gods are powerless. In the 
field they were appalled to hear the order given to form square and 
receive cavalry. Even the school-boys knew the Fenians could have 
no cavalry. 

Having formed their square, the Canadians found themselves the 
helpless targets of the Fenians in the woods. If O’Neill’s forces had 
shot with reasonable precision, they must have cut the volunteers to 
pieces. The volunteers were victorious if they had only known it, but, 
in this hopeless square, panic seized them, and it was every man for 
himself ; and at the same time the Fenians were also retreating as fast 
as they could. This farce is known as the battle of Ridgeway, and 
would have been comical had it not been that death hovered over it. 
The comedy without the tragedy was enacted a day or two before, at a 
bloodless skirmish which took place near a hamlet called Waterloo, 
which afiray is dignified in Canadian annals as the second battle of 
that name. 

When Yates reached the tent he found it empty and torn by bullets. 
The fortunes of war had smashed the jug, and the fragments were 
strewn in front of the entrance, probably by some disappointed man 
who had tried to sample the contents and had found nothing. Yates 
was tired out. He flung himself down on one of the deserted bunks, 
and was soon sleeping almost as soundly as the man behind a log not 
six feet away with his face among the dead leaves. 

When the Canadian forces retreated, Renmark, who had watched 
the contest with all the helpless anxiety of a non-combatant, sharing 
the danger but having no influence upon the result, followed them, 
making a wide detour so as to avoid the chance shots which were still 
flying. He expected to come up with the volunteers on the road, but 
was not successful. Through various miscalculations, he did not suc- 
ceed in finding them until towards evening. At first they told him 
that young Howard was with the company and unhurt, but further in- 
quiry soon developed the fact that he had not been seen since the fight. 
He was not among those who were killed or wounded, and it was 
nightfall before Renmark realized that opposite his name on the roll 
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that the boy had said he would visit his home if he got leave ; but no 
leave had been asked for. At last Renmark was convinced that young 
Howard was either badly wounded or dead. The possibility of his 
desertion the professor did not consider for a moment, although he ad- 
mitted to himself that it was hard to tell what panic of fear might 
come over a boy who for the first time in his life found bullets flying 
about his ears. 

With a heavy heart, Renmark turned back and made his way to 
the fatal field. He found nothing on the Canadian side. Going over 
to the woods, he came across several bodies lying where they fell ; but 
they were all strangers. Even in the darkness he would have had no 
difficulty in recognizing the volunteer uniform which he knew so well. 
He walked down to the Howard homestead, hoping yet fearing to hear 
the boy’s voice, — the voice of a deserter. Everything was silent about 
the house, although a light shone through an upper window and also 
through one below. He paused at the gate, not knowing what to do. 
It was evident the boy was not here, yet how to find the father or 
brother without alarming Margaret or her mother puzzled him. As 
he stood there, the door opened, and he recognized Mrs. Bartlett and 
Margaret standing in the light. He moved away from the gate, and 
heard the older woman say, — 

Oh, she will be all right in the morning, now that she has fallen 
into a nice sleep. I wouldn’t disturb her to-night, if I were you. It 
is nothing but nervousness and fright at that horrible firing. It’s all 
over now, thank God. Good-night, Margaret.” 

The good woman came through the gate, and then ran with all the 
speed of sixteen towards her own home. Margaret stood in the door- 
way, listening to the retreating footsteps. She was pale and anxious, 
but Renmark thought he had never seen any one so lovely, and he was 
startled to find that he had a most un-professor-like longing to take 
her in his arms and comfort her, a feeling which had never assailed 
him in the dim educational corridors of the stately university building. 
Instead of bringing her consolation, he feared it would be his fate to 
add to her anxiety ; and it was not until he saw that she was about to 
close the door that he found courage to speak. 

Margaret,” he said. 

The girl had never heard her name pronounced in that tone before, 
and the cadence of it went direct to her heart, frightening her with an 
unknown joy. She seemed unable to move or respond, and stood there 
with wide eyes and suspended breath, gazing into the darkness. Ren- 
mark stepped into the light, and she saw his face was haggard with 
fatigue and anxiety. 

Margaret,” he said again, I want to speak with you a moment. 
Where is your brother ?” 

He has gone with Mr. Bartlett to see if he can find the horses. 
There is something wrong,” she continued, stepping down beside him. 
“ I can see it in your face. What is it ?” 

“ Is your father in the house ?” 

Yes, but he is worried about mother. Tell me what it is. It is 
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Ren mark hesitated. 

Don’t keep me in suspense like this,” cried the girl, in a low but 
intense voice. “ You have said too much or too little. Has anything 
happened to Henry ?” 

“ No, It is about Arthur I wanted to speak. You will not be 
alarmed ?” 

I am alarmed. Tell me quickly.” And the girl in her excite- 
ment laid her hands imploringly on his. 

Arthur joined the volunteers in Toronto some time ago. Did you 
know that ?” 

‘^He never told me. I understand — I think so, but I hope not. 
He was in the battle to-day. Is he — has he been — hurt?” 

I don’t know. I am afraid so,” said Renmark, hurriedly, now 
that the truth had to come out, and he realized by the nervous tightening 
of the girl’s unconscious grasp how clumsily he was telling it. He 
was with the volunteers this morning. He is not with them now. 
They don’t know where he is. No one saw him hurt, but it is feared 
he was, and that he has been left behind. I have been all over the 
ground.” 

Yes, yes.” 

But I could not find him. I came here hoping to find him.” 

“ Take me to where the volunteers were,” she sobbed. I know 
what has happened. Come quickly.” 

Will you not put something on your head?” 

“ No, no. Come at once.” Then, pausing, she said, “ Shall we 
need a lantern ?” 

No ; it is light enough when we get out from the shadow of the 
house.” 

Margaret ran along the road so swiftly that Renmark had some 
trouble in keeping pace with her. She turned at the side-road and sped 
up the gentle ascent to the spot where the volunteers had crossed it. 

Here is the place,” said Renmark. 

“ He could not have been hit in the field,” she cried, breathlessly, 
for then he might have reached the house at the corner without climb- 
ing a fence. If he was badly hurt he would have been here. Did you 
search this field ?” 

Every bit of it. He is not here.” 

Then it must have happened after he crossed the road and the 
second fence. Did you see the battle ?” 

Yes.” 

Did the Fenians cross the field after the volunteers ?” 

No ; they did not leave the woods.” 

Then if he was struck it could not have been far from the other 
side of the second fence. He would be the last to retreat ; and that is 
why the others did not see him,” said the girl, with confident pride in 
her brother’s courage. 

They crossed the first fence, the road, and the second fence, the girl 
walking ahead for a few paces. She stopped and leaned for a moment 
against a tree. It must have been about here,” she said, in a voice 
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“ Yes, for half a mile farther into the fields and woods.” 

“No, no, not there, but down along the fence. He knew every 
inch of this ground. If he were wounded here, he would at once try 
to reach our house. Search down along the fence. I — I cannot go.” 

Renmark walked along the fence, peering into the dark corners 
made by the zigzag of the rails, and he knew, without looking back, 
that Margaret with feminine inconsistency was following him. Sud- 
denly she darted past him and flung herself down in the long grass, 
wailing out a cry that cut Renmark like a knife. 

The boy lay with his face in the grass and his outstretched hand 
grasping the lower rail of the fence. He had dragged himself this 
far and reached an insurmountable obstacle. 

Renmark drew the weeping girl gently away, and rapidly ran his 
hand over the prostrate lad. He quickly opened his tunic, and a thrill 
of joy passed over him as he felt the faint beating of the heart. 

“ He is alive,” he cried. “ He will get well, Margaret.” This 
statement, however, was a somewhat premature one to make on so hasty 
an examination. 

He rose, expecting a look of gratitude from the girl he loved. He 
was amazed to see her eyes almost luminous in the darkness, blazing 
with wrath. 

“ When did you know he was with the volunteers ?” 

“ This morning, — early,” said the professor, taken aback; 

“ Why didiiT you tell me ?” 

“ He asked me not to.” 

“ He is a mere boy. You are a man, and ought to have a man’s 
sense. You had no right to mind what a boy said. It was my right 
to know and your duty to tell me. Through your negligence and 
stupidity my brother has lain here all day, — perhaps dying,” she added, 
with a break in her angry voice. 

“ If you had known — I didn’t know anything was wrong until I 
saw the volunteers. I have not lost a moment since.” 

“ I should have known he was missing, without going to the vol- 
unteers.” 

Renmark was so amazed at the unjust accusation from a girl 
whom he had made the mistake of believing to be without a temper 
of her own that he knew not what to say. He was, however, to have 
one more example of inconsistency. 

“ Why do you stand there doing nothing, now that I have found 
him ?” she demanded. 

It was on his tongue to say, “ I stand here because you stand there 
unjustly quarrelling with me,” but he did not say it. Renmark was 
not a ready man, yet he did, for once, the right thing. 

“ Margaret,” he said, sternly, “ throw down that fence.” 

This curt command, delivered in his most schoolmastery manner, 
was instantly obeyed. Such a task may seem a formidable one to set 
to a young woman, but it is a feat easily accomplished in some parts of 
America. A rail fence lends itself readily to demolition. Margaret 
tossed a rail to the right, one to the left, and one to the right again, 
until an open gap took the place of that part of the fence. The pro- 


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fessor examined the young soldier in the mean time, and found his leg 
had been broken by a musket-ball. He raised him up tenderly in his 
arms, and was pleased to hear a groan escape his lips. He walked 
through the open gap and along the road towards the house, bearing the 
unconscious form of his pupil. Margaret silently kept close to his side, 
her fingers every now and then unconsciously caressing the damp curly 
locks of her brother. 

“We shall have to have a doctor?’’ Her assertion was half an 
inquiry. 

' “ Certainly.” 

“We must not disturb any one in the house. It is better that I 
should tell you what to do now, so that we need not talk when we 
reach there.” 

“ We cannot help disturbing some one.” 

“ I do not think it will be necessary. If you will stay with Arthur 
I will go for the doctor, and no one need know.” 

“ I will go for the doctor.” 

“ You do not know the way. It is five or six miles. I will ride 
Gypsy, and will soon be back.” 

“ But there are prowlers and stragglers all along the roads. It is 
not safe for you to go alone.” 

“ It is perfectly safe. No horse that the stragglers have stolen can 
overtake Gypsy. Now, don’t say anything more. It is best that I 
should go. I will run on ahead and enter the house quietly. I will 
take the lamp to the room at the side, where the window opens to the 
floor. Carry him around there. I will be waiting for you at the gate, 
and will show you the way.” 

With that the girl was off, and Renmark carried his burden alone. 
She was waiting for him at the gate, and silently led the way around 
the house to where the door- window opened upon the bit of lawn under 
an apple-tree. The light streamed out upon the grass. He placed the 
boy gently upon the dainty bed. It needed no second glance to tell 
Renmark whose room he was in. It was decorated with those pretty 
little knick-knacks that are dear to the heart of a girl in a snuggery 
which she can call her own. 

“It is not likely that yon will be disturbed here,” she whispered, 
“ until I come back. I will tap at the window when I come with the 
doctor.” 

“Don’t you think it would be better and safer for me to go? I 
don’t like the thought of you going alone.” 

“No, no. Please do just what I tell you to. You do not know 
the way. I shall be very much quicker. If Arthur should — should 
— wake, he will know you, and will not be alarmed, as he might be if 
you were a stranger.” 

Margaret was gone before he could say anything more, and Ren- 
mark sat down, devoutly hoping that no one would rap at the door of 
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CHAPTER XI. 

Margaeet spoke caressingly to her horse when she opened the 
stable door, and Gypsy replied with that affectionate low guttural 
whinny which the Scotch graphically term nickering.’^ She patted 
the little animal ; and if Gypsy was surprised at being saddled and 
bridled at that hour of the night, no protest was made, the horse 
merely rubbing its nose lovingly up and down Margaret’s sleeve as she 
buckled the different straps. There was evidently a good understand- 
ing between those two. 

No, Gyp,” she whispered, I have nothing for you to-night, — 
nothing but hard work and quick work. Now, you mustn’t make a 
noise till we get past the house.” 

On her wrist she slipped the loop of a riding-whip which she 
always carried but never used. Gyp had never felt the indignity of 
the lash. The little horse was always willing to do what was required 
merely for a word. 

Margaret opened the big gate before she saddled her horse, and there 
was therefore no delay in getting out upon the main road, although the 
passing of the house was an anxious moment. She feared that if her 
father heard the steps or the neighing of the horse he might come out 
to investigate. Half-way between her own home and Bartlett’s house 
she sprang lightly into the saddle. 

“ Now then. Gyp.” 

The horse required no second word. Away they sped down the 
road towards the east, the mild June air coming sweet and cool and 
fresh from the distant lake, laden with the odors of the woods and the 
fields. The stillness was intense, broken only by the plaintive cry of 
the whippoorwill, America’s one-phrased nightingale, or the still more 
weird and eerie note of the distant loon. 

The houses along the road seemed deserted ; no lights were shown 
anywhere. The wildest rumors were abroad concerning the slaughter 
of the day, and the population, scattered as it was, appeared to have 
retired into its shell. A spell of silence and darkness was over the 
land, and the rapid hoof-beats of the horse sounded with startling dis- 
tinctness on the harder portions of the road, emphasized by intervals 
of complete stillness when the fetlocks sank in the sand and progress 
was more difficult for the plucky little animal. The only thrill of 
fear that Margaret felt on her night-journey was when she entered the 
dark arch of an avenue of old forest-trees that bordered the road, like 
a great gloomy cathedral aisle in the shadow of which anything might 
be hidden. Once the horse with a jump of fear started sideways and 
plunged ahead : Margaret caught her breath as she saw, or fancied she 
saw, several men stretched on the road-side, asleep or dead. Once in 
the open again she breathed more freely, and if it had not been for the 
jump of the horse she would have accused her imagination of playing 
her a trick. Just as she had completely reassured herself, a shadow 
moved from the fence to the middle of the road, and a sharp voice 
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« Halt 

The little horse, as if it knew the meaning of the word, planted 
its two front hoofs together and slid along the ground for a moment, 
coming so quickly to a stand-still that it was with some difficulty Mar- 
garet kept her seat. She saw in front of her a man holding a gun, 
evidently ready to fire if she attempted to disobey his command. 

“ Who are you, and where are you going he demanded. 

' Oh, please let me pass,^^ pleaded Margaret, with a tremor of fear 
in her voice. I am going for a doctor — ^for my brother : he is badly 
wounded, and will perhaps die if I am delayed.” 

The man laughed. 

Oho !” he cried, coming closer ; a woman, is it ? and a young 
one, too, or I^m a heathen. ITow, miss or missus, you get down. I’ll 
have to investigate this. The brother business won’t work with an old 
soldier. It’s your lover you’re riding for at this time of the night, or 
I’m no judge of the sex. Just slip down, my lady, and see if you don’t 
like me better than him ; and remember that all cats are black in the 
dark. Get down, I tell you.” 

If you are a soldier you will let me go. My brother is badly 
wounded. I must get to the doctor.” 

There’s no ^ must’ with a bayonet in front of you. If he has 
been wounded there’s plenty of better men killed to-day. Come down, 
my dear.” 

Margaret gathered up the bridle-rein, but even in the darkness the 
man saw her intention. 

You can’t escape, my pretty. If you try it, you’ll not be hurt, 
but I’ll kill your horse. If you move. I’ll put a bullet through him.” 

Kill my horse I” breathed Margaret, in horror, a fear coming over 
her that she had not felt at the thought of danger to herself. 

“ Yes, missy,” said the man, approaching nearer and laying his 
hand on Gypsy’s bridle. But there will be no need of that. Besides, 
it would make too much noise, and might bring us company, which 
would be inconvenient. So come down quietly, like the nice little girl 
you are.” 

If you will let me go and tell the doctor, I will come back here 
and be your prisoner.” 

The man laughed again, in low, tantalizing tones. This was a 
good joke. 

‘‘ Oh, no, sweetheart. I wasn’t born so recently as all that. A 
girl in the hand is worth a dozen a mile up the road. Now come off 
that horse, or I’ll take you off. This is war-time, and I’m not going 
to waste any more pretty talk on you.” 

The man, who, she now saw, was hatless, leered up at her, and 
something in his sinister eyes made the girl quail. She had been so 
quiet that he apparently was not prepared for any sudden movement. 
Her right hand hanging down at her side had grasped the short riding- 
whip, and with a swiftness that gave him no chance to ward off the 
blow she struck him one stinging blinding cut across the eyes, and then 
brought down the lash on the flank of her horse, drawing the animal 
round with her left over her enemy. With a wild snort of astonish- 


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merit the horse sprang forward, bringing man and gun down to the 
ground with a clatter that woke the echoes ; then, with an indignant 
toss of the head. Gyp sped along the road like the wind. It was the 
first time Gypsy had ever felt the cut of a whip, and the blow was not 
forgiven. Margaret, fearing further obstruction on the road, turned 
her horse’s head towards the rail fence, and Gypsy went over it like a 
bird. In the field, where fast going in the dark had dangers, Margaret 
tried to slacken the pace, but the little horse would not have it so. It 
shook its head angrily whenever it thought of the indignity of that 
blow, while Margaret leaned over and tried to explain and beg pardon 
for her offence. The second fence was crossed with a clean-cut leap, 
and only once in the next field did the horse stumble, but quickly re- 
covered and went on at the same break-neck gait. The next fence 
gallantly vaulted over brought them to the side-road half a mile up 
which stood the doctor’s house. Margaret saw the futility of attempt- 
ing a reconciliation until the goal was won. There, with difficulty, the 
horse was stopped, and Margaret struck the panes of the upper win- 
dow, through which a light shone, with her riding-whip. The window 
was raised, and the situation speedily explained to the physician. 

I will be with you in a moment,” he said. 

Then Margaret slid from the saddle and put her arms around the 
neck of the trembling horse. Gypsy would have nothing to do with 
her, and sniffed the air with offended dignity. 

It was a shame. Gyp,” she cried, almost tearfully, stroking the 
glossy neck of her resentful friend ; it was, it was, and I know it ; but 
what was I to do. Gyp? You were the only protector I had, and you 
did bowl him over beautifully: no other horse could have done it so 
well. It’s wicked, but I do hope you hurt him, just because I had to 
strike you.” 

Gypsy was still wrathful, and indicated by a toss of the head that 
the wheedling of a woman did not make up for a blow. It was the 
insult more than the pain ; and from her, — there was the sting of it. 

I know ; I know just how you feel, Gypsy dear, and I don’t 
blame you for being angry. I might have spoken to you, of course, 
but there was no time to think, and it was really him I was striking. 
That’s why it came down so hard. If I had said a word he would 
have got out of the way, coward that he was, and then would have 
shot you, — you, Gypsy. Think of it !” 

If a man can be moulded in any shape that pleases a clever woman, 
how can a horse expect to be exempt from her influence, even if he is 
a superior animal to man ? Gypsy showed signs of melting, whinny- 
ing softly and forgivingly. 

And it will never happen again, Gypsy, — never, never. As soon 
as we are safe home again I will burn that whip. You little pet, I 
knew you wouldn’t ” 

Gypsy’s head rested on Margaret’s shoulder, and we must draw a 
veil over the reconciliation. Some things are too sacred for a mere 
man to meddle with. The friends were friends once more, and on 
the altar of friendship the unoffending whip was doubtless offered as 
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When the doctor came out, Margaret explained the danger of the 
road, and proposed that they should return by the longer and northern 
way, — the Concession, as it was called. 

They met no one on the silent road, and soon they saw the light in 
the window. 

The doctor and the girl left their horses tied some distance from the 
house, and walked together to the window with the stealthy steps of a 
pair of house-breakers. Margaret listened breathlessly at the closed 
window, and thought she heard the low murmur of conversation. She 
tapped lightly on the pane, and the professor threw back the door- 
window. 

We were getting very anxious about you,” he whispered. 

“ Hello, Peggy,” said the boy, with a wan smile, raising his head 
slightly from the pillow and dropping it back again. 

Margaret stooped over and kissed him. 

My poor boy ! what a fright you have given me !” 

“ Ah, Margery, think what a fright I got myself. I thought I was 
going to die within sight of the house.” 

The doctor gently pushed Margaret from the room. Renmark 
waited until the examination was over, and then went out to find her. 

She sprang forward to meet him. 

It is all right,” he said. There is nothing to fear. He has been 
exhausted by loss of blood, but a few days’ quiet will set that right. 
Then all you will have to contend against will be his impatience at 
being kept to his room, which may be necessary for some weeks.” 

Oh, I am so glad ! and — and I am so much obliged to you, Mr. 
Renmark !” 

“ I have done nothing, — except make blunders,” replied the pro- 
fessor, with a bitterness that surprised and hurt her. 

“ How can you say that ? You have done everything. We owe 
his life to you.” 

Renmark said nothing fora moment. Her unjust accusation in the 
earlier part of the night had deeply pained his over-sensitive nature, 
and he hoped for some hint of disclaimer from her. Belonging to the 
stupider sex, he did not realize that the words were spoken in a state 
of intense excitement and fear, — that another woman would probably 
have expressed her state of mind by fainting instead of talking, and 
that the whole episode had left absolutely no trace on the recollection 
of Margaret. At last Renmark spoke : 

I must be getting back to the tent, if it still exists. I think I 
had an appointment there with Yates some twelve hours ago, but to 
this moment I had forgotten it. Good-night.” 

Margaret stood for a few moments alone, and wondered what she 
had done to offend him. He stumbled along the dark road, not heeding 
much the direction he took, but automatically going the nearest way to 
the tent. Fatigue and the want of sleep were heavy upon him, and his 
feet were as lead. Although dazed, he was conscious of a dull ache 
where his heart ought to be, and he vaguely hoped he had not made a 
fool of himself. He entered the tent, and was startled by the voice of 
Yates : 


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“ Hello ! hello ! Is that you, Stoliker 
“ No ; it is Ren mark. Are you asleep 

I guess I have been. Hunger is the one sensation of the moment. 
Have you provided anything to eat within the last twenty-four hours 
^‘There^s a bag full of potatoes here, I believe. I haven’t been 
near the tent since early morning.” 

All right, only don’t expect a recommendation from me as cook. 
I’m not yet hungry enough for raw potatoes. What time has it got 
to be?” 

I’m sure I don’t know.” 

Seems as if I had been asleep for weeks. I’m the latest edition 
of Rip Van Winkle, and expect to find my moustache gray in the 
morning. I was dreaming sweetly of Stoliker when you fell over the 
bunk.” 

‘‘ What have you done with him?” 

I’m not wide enough awake to remember. I think I killed him, 
but wouldn’t be sure. So many of my good resolutions go wrong that 
very likely he is alive at this moment. Ask me in the morning. What 
have you been prowling after all night?” 

There was no answer. Renmark was evidently asleep. 

I’ll ask you in the morning,” murmured Yates, drowsily, — after 
which there was silence in the camp. 


CHAPTER XII, 

Yates had stubbornly refused to give up his search for rest and 
quiet, in spite of the discomfort of living in a leaky and battered tent. 
He expressed regret that he had not originally camped in the middle 
of Broadway, as being a quieter and less exciting spot than the place 
he had chosen, but, having made the choice, he was going to see the 
last dog hung, he said. Renmark had become less and less of a com- 
rade. He was silent and almost as gloomy as Hiram Bartlett himself. 
When Yates tried to cheer him up by showing him how much worse 
another man’s position might be, Renmark generally ended the talk by 
taking to the woods. 

‘^Just refl.ect on my position,” Yates would say. ^^Here I am 
dead in love with two lovely girls, both of whom are merely waiting 
for the word. To one of them I have nearly committed myself, which 
fact to a man of my temperament inclines me somewhat to the other. 
Here I am anxious to confide in you, and yet I feel that I risk a fight 
every time I talk about the complication. You have no sympathy for 
me, Renny, when I need sympathy, and I am bubbling over with 
sympathy for you and you won’t have it. Now, what would you do 
if you were in my fix ? If you would take five minutes and show me 
clearly which of the two girls I really ought to marry, it would help 
me ever so much, for then I would be sure to settle on the other one. 
It is the indecision that is slowly but surely sapping my vitality.” 

By this time Renmark would have pulled his soft felt hat over his 
eyes, and, muttering words that would have echoed strangely in the 


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silent halls of the University building, would plunge into the forest. 
Yates generally looked after his retreating figure without anger, but 
with mild wonder. 

“Well, of all cantankerous cranks he is the worst, he would say, 
with a sigh. It is sad to see the temple of friendship tumble down 
about one’s ears in this way. At their last talk of this kind Yates 
resolved not to discuss the problem again with the professor, unless a 
crisis came. The crisis came in the form of Stoliker, who dropped in 
on Yates as the latter lay in the hammock smoking and enjoying a 
thrilling romance belonging to the series then in vogue among brainless 
people, entitled “ Beadle’s Dime Novels.” The camp was strewn with 
these engrossing paper-covered works, and Yates had read many of 
them, hoping to come across a case similar to his own, but to the time 
of Stoliker’s visit he had not succeeded. 

“ Hello, Stoliker ! how’s things ? Got the cuffs in your pocket ? 
Want to have another tour across country with me ?” 

“ No. But I came to warn you. There will be a warrant out to- 
morrow or next day, and if I were you I would get over to the other 
side ; but you need never say I told you to. Of course if they give 
the warrant to me I shall have to arrest you ; and although nothing 
may be done to you, still the country is in a state of excitement, and 
you will at least be put to some inconvenience.” 

“ Stoliker,” cried Yates, springing out of the hammock, “ you are 
a white man ! You’re a good fellow, Stoliker, and I’m ever so much 
obliged. If you ever come to New York, you call on me at the Argm 
office, — anybody will show you where it is, — and I’ll give you the 
liveliest time you ever had in your life. It won’t cost you a cent, 
either.” 

“ That’s all right,” said the constable. “ Now, if I were you I 
would light out to-morrow at the latest.” 

“ I will,” said Yates. 

Stoliker disappeared quietly among the trees, and Yates, after a 
moment’s thought, began energetically to pack up his belongings. It 
was dark before he had finished and Ren mark returned. 

“ Stilly,” cried the reporter, cheerily, “ there’s a warrant out for my 
arrest. I shall have to go to-morrow at the latest.” 

“ What ! to jail ?” cried his horrified friend, his conscience now 
troubling him, as the parting came, for his lack of kindness to an old 
comrade. 

“ Not if the court knows herself. But to Buffalo, which is pretty 
much the same thing. Still, thank goodness, I don’t need to stay 
there long. I’ll be in New York before I’m many days older. I 
yearn to plunge into the arena once more. The still calm peacefulness 
of this whole vacation has made me long for excitement again, and I’m 
glad the warrant has pushed me into the turmoil.” 

“ Well, Richard, I’m sorry you have to go under such conditions. 
I’m afraid I have not been as companionable a comrade as you should 
have had.” 

“ Oh, you’re all right, Renny. The trouble with you is that you 
have drawn a little circle around Toronto University and said to your- 


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self, ‘ This is the world/ It isn’t, you know. There is something 
outside of all that.” 

Every man, doubtless, has his little circle. Yours is around the 
A7'gus office.” 

Yes, but there are special wires from that little circle to all the 
rest of the world, and soon there will be an Atlantic cable.” 

I do not hold that my circle is as large as yours ; still, there is 
something outside of New York even.” 

“ You bet your life there is ; and, now that you are in a more 
sympathetic frame of mind, it is that I want to talk with you about. 
Those two girls are outside my little circle, and I want to bring one 
of them within it. Now, Eenmark, which of those girls would you 
choose if you were me ?” 

The professor drew in his breath shortly, and was silent for a 
moment. At last he said, speaking very slowly, — 

I am afraid, Mr. Yates, that you do not quite appreciate my 
point of view. As you may think I have acted in an unfriendly man- 
ner, I will try for the first and final time to explain it. I hold that 
any man who marries a good woman gets more than he deserves, no 
matter how. worthy he may be. I have a profound respect for all 
women, and I think that your light chatter about choosing between 
two is an insult to both of them. I think either of them is infinitely 
too good for you, — or for me either.” 

Oh, you do, do you ? Perhaps you think that you would make 
a much better husband than I. If that is the case, allow me to say 
you are entirely wj'ong. If your wife was sensitive, you would kill 
her with your gloomy fits. I wouldn’t go off in the woods and sulk, 
anyhow.” 

If you are referring to me, I will further inform you that I had 
either to go off in tho woods or knock you down. I chose the lesser 
of two evils.” 

Think you could do it, I suppose ? Penny, you’re conceited. 
You’re not the first man who has made such a mistake and found he 
was barking up the wrong tree when it was too late for anything but 
bandages and arnica.” 

^‘I have tried to show you how I feel regarding this matter. I 
might have known I should not succeed. We will end the discus- 
sion, if you please.” 

Oh, no. The discussion is just beginning. Now, Penny, I’ll tell 
you what you need. You need a good sensible wife worse than any 
man I know. It is not yet too late to save you, but it soon will be. 
You will, before long, grow a crust on you, like a snail, or a lobster, 
or any other cold-blooded animal that gets a shell on itself. Then 
nothing can be done for you. Now let me save you. Penny, before 
it is too late. Here is my proposition. You choose one of those girls 
and marry her. I’ll take the other. I’m not as unselfish as I may 
seem in this, for your choice will save me the worry of making up 
my own mind. According to your talk, either of the girls is too good 
for you, and for once I entirely agree with you. But let that pass. 
Now, who is it to be ?” 


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Good God, man, do you think I am going to bargain with you 
about my future wife?’^ 

“ That’s right, Renny. I like to hear you swear. It shows you 
are not yet the prig you would have folks believe. There’s still hope 
for you, professor. Now, I’ll go further with you. Although I can- 
not make up my mind just what to do myself, I can tell instantly which 
is the girl for you, and thus we solve both problems at one stroke. You 
need a wife who will take you in hand. You need one who will not 
put up with your tantrums, who will be cheerful and who will make a 
man of you. Kitty Bartlett is the girl. She will tyrannize over you 
just as her mother does over the old man. She will keep house to the 
queen’s taste and delight in getting you good things to eat. Why, 
everything is as plain as a pike-staff. That shows the benefit of talk- 
ing over a thing.. You marry Kitty, and I’ll marry Margaret. Come, 
let’s shake hands over it.” Yates held up his right hand ready to slap 
it down on the open palm of the professor, but there was no response. 
Yates’s hand came down to his side again, but he had not yet lost the 
enthusiasm of his proposal. The more he thought of it the more 
fitting it seemed. 

“ Margaret is such a sensible, quiet, level-headed girl that, if I am 
as flippant as you say, she will be just the wife for me. There are 
depths in my character, Renmark, that you have not suspected.” 

Oh, you’re deep.” 

I admit it. Well, a good sober-minded woman would develop 
the best that is in me. Now, what do you say, Renny ?” 

I say nothing. I am going into the woods again, dark as it is.” 

Ah, well,” said Yates, with a sigh, there’s no doing anything 
with you or for you. I’ve tried my best : that is one consolation. 
Don’t go away. I’ll let Fate decide. Here goes for a toss-up.” 

And Yates drew a silver half-dollar from his pocket. Heads for 
Margaret !” he cried. Renmark clinched his fist, took a step forward, 
then checked himself, remembering that this was his last night with 
the man who had at least once been his friend. 

Yates merrily spun the coin in the air, caught it in one hand, and 
slapped the other over it. 

Now for the turning-point in the lives of two innocent beings.” 
He raised the covering hand and peered at the coin in the gathering 
gloom. Heads it is. Margaret Howard becomes Mrs. Richard 
Yates. Congratulate me, professor.” 

Renmark stood motionless as a statue, an object-lesson in self- 
control. Yates set his hat more jauntily on his head, and slipped the 
epoch-making coin into his trousers-pocket. 

Good-by, old man,” he said. I’ll see you later and tell you all 
the particulars.” 

Not waiting for the answer, which he probably knew there would 
have been little use in delaying for, Yates walked to the fence and 
sprang over it with one hand on the top rail. Renmark stood still 
for some minutes, then quietly gathered underbrush and sticks large 
and small, lighted a fire, and sat down on a log with his head in his 
hands. 


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CHAPTER XIII. 

Yates walked merrily down the road, whistling ^^Gayly the 
Troubadour/’ Perhaps there is no moment in a man’s life that he 
feels the joy of being alive more keenly than when he goes to propose 
to a girl of whose favorable answer he is reasonably sure, unless it be the 
moment he walks away an accepted lover. There is a magic about a 
June night, with its soft velvety darkness and its sweet mild air laden 
with the perfumes of wood and field. The enchantment of the hour 
threw its spell over the young man, and he resolved to live a better 
life and be worthy of the girl he had chosen, or, rather, that Fate had 
chosen for him. He paused a moment leaning over the fence near to 
the Howard homestead, for he had not yet settled in his own mind the 
details of the meeting. He would not go in, for in that case he knew 
he would have to talk, perhaps for hours, with every one but the 
person he wished to see. If he announced himself and asked to see 
Margaret alone, his doing so would embarrass her at the very beginning : 
Yates was naturally too much of a diplomat to commence awkwardly. 
As he stood there, wishing chance would bring her out of the house, 
there appeared a light in the door- window of the room where he knew 
the convalescent boy lay. Margaret’s shadow formed a silhouette on 
the blindv Yates caught up a handful of sand and flung it lightly 
against the pane. Its soft patter evidently attracted the attention of 
the girl, for after a moment’s pause the window opened carefully, and 
Margaret stepped quickly out and closed it, quietly standing there. 

Margaret,” whispered Yates, hardly above his breath. 

The girl advanced towards the fence. 

Is that you she whispered in return, with an accent on the last 
word that thrilled her listener. The accent told as plainly as speech 
that the word represented the one man on earth to her. 

Yes,” answered Yates, springing over the fence and approaching 

her. 

Oh !” cried Margaret, starting back, then checking herself with a 
catch in her voice. “ You — ^you startled me — Mr. Yates.” 

^‘Not Mr. Yates any more, Margaret, but Dick. Margaret, I 
wanted to see you alone. You know why I have come.” He tried 
to grasp both her hands, but she put them resolutely behind her, 
seemingly wishing to retreat, yet standing her ground. 

Margaret, you must have seen long ago how it is with me. I 
love you, Margaret, loyally and truly. It seems as if I had loved you 
all my life. I certainly have since the first day I saw you.” 

Oh, Mr. Yates, you must not talk to me like this.” 

My darling, how else can I talk to you ? It cannot be a surprise 
to you, Margaret. You must have known it long ago.” 

“ I did not. Indeed I did not, — if you really mean it.” 

Mean it ? I never meant anything as I mean this. It is every- 
thing to me, and nothing else is anything. I have knocked about the 
world a good deal, I admit, but 1 never was in love before, — never 
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Please, please, Mr. Yates, do not say anything more. If it is 
really true, I cannot tell you how sorry I am. I hope nothing I have 

said or done has made you believe that — that oh, I do not know 

what to say. I never thought you could be in earnest about anything.” 

You surely cannot have so misjudged me, Margaret. Others 
have, but I did not expect it of you. You are far and away better 
than I am. No one knows that better than I. I do not pretend to be 
worthy of you, but I will be a good husband to you. Any man who 
gets the love of a good woman,” continued Yates, earnestly, plagia- 
rizing Renmark, ^‘gets more than he deserves; but surely such love 
as mine is not given merely to be scornfully trampled under foot.” 

‘‘ I do not treat your — you scornfully. I am only sorry if what 
you say is true.” 

‘‘ Why do you say if it is true? Don^t you know it is true?” 

“ Then I am very sorry, — very, very sorry, and I hope it is through 
no fault of mine. But you will soon forget me. When you return to 
New York ” 

Margaret,” said the young man, bitterly, I shall never forget 
you. Think what you are doing, before it is too late. Think how 
much this means to me. If you finally refuse me, you will wreck my 
life. I am the sort of man that a woman can make or mar. Do not, 

I beg of you, ruin the life of the man who loves you.” 

I am not a missionary,” cried Margaret, with sudden anger. “ If 
your life is to be wrecked it will be through your own foolishness, and 
not from any act of mine. I think it cowardly of you to say that I 
am to be held responsible. I have no wish to influence your future ^ 
one way or another.” 

‘‘Not for good, Margaret?” asked Yates, with tender reproach. 

“No. A man whose good or bad conduct depends on any one else 
but himself is not my ideal of a man.” 

“ Tell me what your ideal is, so that I may try to attain it.” 

Margaret was silent. 

“ You think it will be useless for me to try ?” 

“ As far as I am concerned, yes.” 

“ Margaret, I want to ask you one more question. I have no right 
to, but I beg you to answer me. Are you in love with any one else ?” 

“ No,” cried Margaret, hotly. “ How dare you ask me such a 
question ?” 

“ Oh, it is not a crime, — ^that is, being in love with some one else 
is not. I’ll tell you why I dare ask. I swear by all the gods that I 
shall win you, if not this year, then next, and if not next, then the year 
after. I was a coward to talk as I did ; but I love you more now 
than I did even then. All I want to know is that you are not in love 
with another man.” 

“ I think you are very cruel in persisting as you do, when you have 
had your answer. I say no. Never ! never ! never ! — this year nor 
any other year. Is not that enough ?” 

“ Not for me. A woman’s ‘ no’ may ultimately mean ‘ yes.’ ” 

“ That is true, Mr. Yates,” replied Margaret, drawing herself up 
as one who makes a final plunge. “ You remember the question you 

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asked me just now? — whether I cared for any one else? I said ^ no/ 
That ‘ no’ meant ‘ yes/ ” 

He was standing between her and the window, so she could not 
escape by the way she came. He saw she meditated flight, and made 
as though he would intercept her, but she was too quick for him. She 
ran around the house, and he heard a door open and shut. 

He knew he was defeated. Dejectedly he turned to the fence, climb- 
ing slowly over where he had leaped so lightly a few minutes before, 
and walked down the road, cursing his fate. Although he admitted 
he was a coward in talking to her as he did about his wrecked life, yet 
he knew now that every word he had spoken was true. What did the 
future hold out to him ? Not even the incentive to live. He found 
himself walking towards the tent, but, not wishing to meet Renmark in 
his present frame of mind, he turned and came out on the Ridge Road. 
He was tired and broken, and resolved to stay in camp until they 
arrested him. Then perhaps she might have some pity on him. Who 
was the other man she loved? or had she merely said that to give 
finality to her refusal ? In his present mood he pictured the worst, and 
imagined her the wife of some neighboring farmer, — perhaps even of 
Stoliker. These country-girls, he said to himself, never believed a man 
was worth looking at unless he owned a farm. He would save his 
money and buy up the whole neighborhood ; then she would realize 
what she had missed. He climbed up on the fence beside the road, and 
sat on the top rail, with his heels resting on a lower one, so that he 
might enjoy his misery without the fatigue of walking. His vivid 
imagination pictured himself as in a few years’ time the owner of a 
large section of that part of the country, with mortgages on a good 
deal of the remainder, including the farm owned by Margaret’s hus- 
band. He saw her now a farmer’s faded wife coming to him and beg- 
ging for further time in which to pay the seven per cent. due. He 
knew he would act magnanimously on such an occasion and grandly 
give her husband all the time he required. Perhaps then she would 
realize the mistake she had made. Or perhaps fame rather than riches 
would be his line. His name would ring throughout the land. He 
might become a great politician and bankrupt Canada with a rigid 
tariff law. The unfairness of making the whole innocent people suffer 
for the inconsiderate act of one of them did not occur to him at the 
moment, for he was humiliated and hurt. There is no bitterness like 
that which assails the man who has been rejected by the girl he adores, 
— while it lasts. His eye wandered towards the black mass of the 
Howard house. It was as dark as his thoughts. He turned his head 
slowly around, and like a bright star of hope there glimmered up the 
road a flickering light from the Bartletts’ parlor window. Although 
time had stopped as far as he was concerned, he was convinced it could 
not be very late, or the Bartletts would have gone to bed. It is always 
difficult to realize that the greatest of catastrophes are generally over 
in a few minutes. It seemed an age since he walked so hopefully away 
from the tent. As he looked at the light the thought struck him that 
perhaps Kitty was alone in the parlor. She at least would not have 
treated him so badly as the other girl ; and — and she was pretty, too. 


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come to think of it. He always did like a blonde better than a 
brunette. 

A fence-rail is not a comfortable seat. It is used in some parts of 
the country in such a manner as to impress the sitter with the fact of 
its extreme discomfort, and as a gentle hint that his presence is not 
wanted in that immediate neighborhood. Yates recollected this with 
a smile as he slid off and stumbled into the ditch by the side of the 
road. His mind had been so preoccupied that he had forgotten about 
the ditch. As he walked along the road . towards the star that guided 
him, he remembered he had recklessly offered Miss Kitty to the cal- 
lous professor. After all, no one knew about the episode of a short 
time before except himself and Margaret, and he felt convinced she 
was not a girl to boast of her conquests. Anyhow, it didn’t matter. 
A man is surely master of himself. 

As he neared the window he looked in. People are not particular 
about lowering the blinds in the country. He was rather disappointed 
to see Mrs. Bartlett sitting there knitting, like the industrious woman 
she was. Still, it was consoling to note that none of the men-folks 
were present, and that Kitty, with her fluffy hair half concealing her 
face, sat reading a book he had lent to her. He rapped at the door, 
and it was opened by Mrs. Bartlett with some surprise. 

“ For the land’s sake, is that you, Mr. Yates ?” 

“ It is.” 

^‘Come right in. Why, what’s the matter with you? You look 
as if you had lost your best friend. Ah, I see how it is,” — Yates 
started : — you have run out of provisions, and are very likely as 
hungry as a bear.” 

‘‘You’ve hit it first time, Mrs. Bartlett. I dropped around to 
see if I could borrow a loaf of bread. We don’t bake till to-mor- 
row.” 

Mrs. Bartlett laughed. 

“ Nice baking you would do if you tried it. I’ll get you a loaf in 
a minute. Are you sure one is enough ?” 

“ Quite enough, thank you.” 

The good woman bustled out to the other room for the loaf, and 
Yates made good use of her temporary absence. 

“ Kitty,” he whispered, “ I want to see you alone for a few minutes. 
I’ll wait for you at the gate. Can you slip out ?” 

Kitty blushed very red and nodded. 

“ They have a warrant out for my arrest, and I’m off to-morrow 
before they can serve it. But I couldn’t go without seeing you. You’ll 
come, sure ?” 

Again Kitty nodded, after looking up at him in alarm when he 
spoke of the warrant. Before anything further could be said, Mrs. 
Bartlett came in, and Kitty was absorbed in her book. 

“ Won’t you have something to eat now before you go back ?” 

“Oh, no, thank you, Mrs. Bartlett. You see, the professor is 
waiting for me.” 

“ Let him wait, if he didn’t have sense enough to come.” 

“ He didn’t. I offered him the chance.” 


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It won^t take us a moment to set the table. It is not the least 
trouble.” 

‘^Really, Mrs. Bartlett, you are very kind. I am not in the 
slightest degree hungry now. I am merely taking some thought of 
the morrow. No ; I must be going, and thank you very much.” 

^^Well,” said Mrs. Bartlett, seeing him to the door, there’s 
anything you want, come to me, and I will let you have it if it’s in 
the house.” 

^‘You are too good to me,” said the young man, with genuine 
feeling, and I don’t deserve it ; but I may remind you of your prom- 
ise — to-morrow.” 

See that you do,” she answered. Good-night.” 

Yates waited at the gate, placing the loaf on the post, where he 
forgot it, much to the astonishment of the donor in the morning. He 
did not have to wait long, for Kitty came around the house somewhat 
shrink! ngly, as one who was doing the most wicked thing that had 
been done since the world began. Yates hastened to meet her, clasping 
one of her unresisting hands in his. 

I must be off to-morrow,” he began. 

‘‘ I am very sorry,” answered Kitty, in a whisper. 

Ah, Kitty, you are not half so sorry as I am. But I intend to 
come back, if you will let me. Kitty, you remember that talk we had 
in the kitchen when we — when there was an interruption, and when I 
had to go away with our friend Stoliker ?” 

Kitty indicated that she remembered it. 

Well, of course you know what I wanted to say to you. Of course 
you know what I want to say to you now.” 

It seemed, however, that in this he was mistaken, for Kitty had not 
the slightest idea, and wanted to go into the house, for it was late, and 
her mother would miss her. 

Kitty, you darling little humbug, you know that I love you. You 
must know that I have loved you ever since the first day I saw you, 
when you laughed at me. Kitty, I want you to marry me and make 
something of me, if that is possible. I am a worthless fellow, not half 
good enough for a little pet like you, but, Kitty, if you will only say 
yes I will try, and try hard, to be a better man than I have ever been 
before.” 

Kitty did not say yes,” but she placed her disengaged hand warm 
and soft upon his, and Yates was not the man to have any hesitation 
about what to do next. To practical people it may seem an astonishing 
thing that the object of the interview being happily accomplished there 
should be any need of prolonging it, yet the two lingered there, and he 
told her much of his past life, and of how lonely and sordid it had 
been because he had no one to care for him, — at which her pretty eyes 
filled with tears. She felt proud and happy to think she had won the 
first great love of a talented man’s life, and hoped she would make him 
happy and in a measure atone for the emptiness of the life that had 
gone before. She prayed that he might always be as fond of her as he 
was then, and resolved to be worthy of him if she could. Strange to 
say, her wishes were amply fulfilled, and few wives are as happy or as 


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proud of their husbands as Kitty Bartlett that was. The one woman 
who might have put the drop of bitterness in her cup of life merely 
kissed her tenderly when Kitty told her of the great joy that had come 
to her, and said she was sure she would be happy ; and thus for the 
second time Margaret told the thing that was not, but for once Margaret 
was wrong in her fears. 

Yates walked to the tent a glorified man, leaving his loaf on the 
gate-post behind him. Few realize that it is quite as pleasant to be 
loved as to love. The verb “ to love’^ has many conjugations. The 
earth he trod was like no other ground he had ever walked upon. The 
magic of the June night was never so enchanting before. He walked 
with his head and his thoughts in the clouds, and the Providence that 
cares for the intoxicated looked after him and saw that the accepted 
lover came to no harm. He leaped the fence without even putting his 
hand to it, and then was brought to earth again by the picture of a man 
sitting with his head in his hands beside a dying fire. 


CHAPTER XIV. 

Yates stood for a moment regarding the dejected attitude of his 
friend. 

Hello, old man,” he cried, you have the most ^ hark-from-the- 
tombs’ appearance I ever saw. What’s the matter ?” 

Renmark looked up. 

‘‘Oh, it’s you, is it*!”’ 

“ Of course it’s I. Been expecting anybody else ?” 

“ No. I have been waiting for you, and thinking of a variety of 
things.” 

“You look it. Well, Benny, congratulate me, my boy. She’s 
mine, and I’m hers, — which is two ways of stating the same delightful 
fact. I’m up in a balloon, Benny. I’m engaged to the prettiest, 
sweetest, and most delightful girl there is from the Atlantic to the 
Pacific. What d’ye think of that? Say, Benmark, there’s nothing 
on earth like it. You ought to reform and go in for being in love. 
It would make a man of you. Champagne isn’t to be compared to it. 
Get up here and dance, and don’t sit there like a bear nursing a sore 
paw. Do you comprehend that I am to be married to the darlingest 
girl that lives ?” 

“ God help her !” 

“ That’s what I say. Every day of her life, bless her ! But I 
don’t say it quite in that tone, Benmark. What’s the matter with 
you ? One would think you were in love with the girl yourself, if 
such a thing were possible.” 

“ Why is it not possible ?” 

“ If that is a conundrum I can answer it the first time. Because 
you are a fossil. You are too good, Benny, therefore dull and uninter- 
esting. Now, there is nothing a woman likes so much as to reclaim a 
man. It always annoys a woman to know that the man she is inter- 
ested in has a past with which she has had nothing to do. If he is 


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wicked and she can sort of make him over, like an old dress, she revels 
in the process. She flatters herself she makes a new man of him, and 
thinks she owns that new man by right of manufacture. We owe it 
to the sex, Renny, to give ^em a chance at reforming us. I have 
known men who hated tobacco take to smoking merely to give it up 
joyfully for the sake of the woman they loved. Now, if a man is 
perfect to begin with, what is a dear ministering angel of a woman to 
do with him ? Manifestly, nothing. The trouble with you, Renny, 
is that you are too evidently ruled by a good and well-trained con- 
science, and naturally all women you meet intuitively see this and 
have no use for you. A little wickedness would be the making of 
you.” 

Do you think, then, that if a man^s impulse is to do what his 
conscience tells him is wrong, he should follow his impulse and not his 
conscience ?” 

You state the case with unnecessary seriousness. I think that an 
occasional blow-out is good for a man. But if you ever have an im- 
pulse of that kind, I think you should give way to it for once, just to 
see how it feels. A man who is too good gets conceited about himself.” 

half believe you are right, Mr. Yates,” said the professor, 
rising. ‘‘ I will act on your advice, and, as you put it, see how it feels. 
My conscience tells me that I should congratulate you and wish you a 
long and happy life with the girl you have — I wonT say chosen, but 
tossed up for. The natural man in me, on the other hand, urges me 
to break every bone in your worthless body. Throw off your coat, 
Yates.” 

Oh, I say, Renmark, you’re crazy.” 

Perhaps so. Be all the more on your guard, if you believe it. 
A lunatic is sometimes dangerous.” 

Oh, go away. You’re dreaming. You’re talking in your sleep. 
What? fight? To-night? Nonsense!” 

“ Do you want me to strike you before you are ready ?” 

No, Renny, no. My wants are always modest. I don’t wish to 
fight at all, especially to-night. I’m a reformed man, I tell you. I 
have no desire to bid good-by to my best girl with a black eye to- 
morrow.” 

Then stop talking, if you can, and defend yourself.” 

“ It’s impossible to fight here in the dark. Don’t flatter yourself 
for a moment that I am afraid. You just spar with yourself and get 
limbered up while I put some wood on the fire. This is too ridicu- 
lous.” 

Yates gathered up some fuel and managed to coax the dying 
embers into a blaze. 

“ There,” he said, that’s better. Now let me have a look at you. 
In the name of wonder, Renny, what do you want to fight me for, 
to-night ?” 

“ I refuse to give my reason.” 

Then I refuse to fight. I’ll run, and I can beat you in a foot- 
race any day in the week. Why, you’re worse than her father. He 
at least let me know why he fought me.” 


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Whose father r 

Kitty^s father, of course, — my future father-in-law. And that^s 
another ordeal ahead of me. I haven’t spoken to the old man yet, 
and I need all my fighting grit for that.” 

“ What are you talking about?” 

“ Isn’t my language plain ? It usually is.” 

To whom are you engaged ? As I understand your talk, it is to 
Miss Bartlett. Am I right ?” 

Right as rain, Renny. This fire is dying down again. Say, 
can’t we postpone our fracas until daylight ? I don’t want to gather 
any more wood. Besides, one of us is sure to be knocked into the fire 
and thus ruin whatever is left of our clothes. What do you say ?” 

Say ? I say I am an idiot.” 

Hello ! reason is returning, Renny. I perfectly agree with you.” 

“ Thank you. Then you did not propose to Mar — to Miss How- 
ard ?” 

“ Now you touch upon a sore spot, Renmark, that I am trying to 
forget. You remember the unfortunate toss-up ; in fact, I think you 
referred to it a moment ago, and you were justly indignant about it 
at the time. Well, I don’t care to talk much about the sequel, but, 
as you know the beginning, you will have to know the end, because I want 
to wring a second promise from you. You are never to mention this 
episode of the toss-up or of my confession to any living soul. The 
telling of it might do harm, and it couldn’t possibly do any good. 
Will you promise?” 

Certainly. But do not tell me unless you wish to.” 

I don’t exactly yearn to talk about it, but it is better you should 
understand how the land lies, so you won’t make any mistake. Not 
on my account, you know, but I would not like it to come to Kitty’s 
ears. Yes, I proposed to Margaret — first. She wouldn’t look at me. 
Can you credit that ?” 

Well, now that you mention it, I ” 

“ Exactly. I see you can credit it. Well, I couldn’t at first, but 
Margaret knows her own mind, there’s no question about that. Say ! 
she’s in love with some other fellow. I found that much out.” 

“ You asked her, I presume.” 

Well, it’s my profession to find things out; and, naturally, if I 
do that for my paper it is not likely I am going to be behindhand 
when it comes to myself. She denied it at first, but admitted it after- 
wards, and then bolted.” 

You must have used great tact and delicacy.” 

See here, Renmark, I’m not going to stand any of your sneering. 
I told you this was a sore subject with me. I’m not telling you be- 
cause I like to, but because I have to. Don’t put me in fighting 
humor, Mr. Renmark. If I talk fight I won’t begin for no reason 
and then back out for no reason. I’ll go on.” 

I’ll be discreet, and beg to take back all I said. What else?” 

‘‘Nothing else. Isn’t that enough? It was more than enough 
for me — at the time. I tell you, Renmark, I spent a pretty bad half- 
hour sitting on the fence and thinking about it.” 


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So long as that 

Yates rose from the fire indignantly. 

“I take that back too/^ cried the professor, hastily. “I didn’t 
mean it.” 

“It strikes me youVe become awfully funny all of a sudden. 
Don’t you think it’s about time we took to our bunks? It’s late.” 

Kenmark agreed with him, but did not turn in. He walked to the 
friendly fence, laid his arms along the top rail, and gazed at the friendly 
stars. He had not noticed before how lovely the night was, with its 
impressive stillness, as if the world had stopped as a steamer stops in 
mid-ocean. After quieting his troubled spirit in the restful stars, he 
climbed the fence and walked down the road, taking little heed of the 
direction. The still night was a soothing companion. He came at 
last to a sleeping village of wooden houses, and through the centre of 
the town ran a single line of rails, an iron link connecting the unknown 
hamlet with all civilization. A red and a green light glimmered down 
the line, giving the only indication that a train ever came that way. 
As he went a mile or two farther, the cool breath of the great lake made 
itself felt, and after crossing a field he suddenly came upon the water, 
finding all farther progress in that direction barred. Huge sand dunes 
formed the shore, covered with sighing pines. At the foot of the 
dunes stretched a broad beach of firm sand dimly visible in contrast 
with the darker water, and at long intervals on the sand fell the light 
ripple of the languid summer waves running up the beach with a half- 
asleep whisper that became softer and softer until it was merged in the 
silence beyond. Far out on the dark waters, a point of light, like a 
floating star, showed where a steamer was slowly making her way, and 
so still was the night that he felt, rather than heard, her pulsating 
engines. It was the only sign of life visible from that enchanted bay, 
— the bay of the silver beach. 

Kenmark threw himself down on the soft sand at the foot of a 
dune. The point of light gradually worked its way to the west, fol- 
lowing, doubtless unconsciously, the star of empire, and disappeared 
around the headland, taking with it a certain vague sense of compan- 
ionship. But the world is very small, and a man is never quite as 
much alone as he thinks he is. Kenmark heard the low hoot of an 
owl among the trees, which cry he was astonished to hear answered 
from the water. He sat up and listened. Presently there grated on 
the sand the keel of a boat, and some one stepped ashore. From the 
woods there emerged the shadowy forms of three men. Nothing was 
said, but they got silently into the boat, which might have been 
Charon’s craft for all he could see of it. The rattle of the rowlocks 
and the plash of oars followed, while a voice cautioned the rowers to 
make less noise. It was evident that some belated fugitives were 
eluding the authorities of both countries. Kenmark thought with a 
smile that if Yates were in his place he would at least give them a 
fright. A sharp command to an imaginary company to load and fire 
would travel far on such a night, and would give the rowers a few 
moments of great discomfort. Kenmark, however, did not shout, but 
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the sand again. He noticed that the water in the east seemed to feel 
4:he approach of day even before the sky. Gradually the day dawned, 
a .slowly-lightening gray at first, until the coming sun spattered a filmy 
clo ud with gold and crimson. Reumark watched the glory of the sun- 
rise,^ took one lingering look at the curved beauty of the bay shore, 
shook the sand from his clothing, and started back for the village and 
the camp beyond. 

The viikige was astir when he reached it. He was surprised to see 
Stoliker on horseback in front of one of the taverns. Two assistants 
were with him, \also seated on horses. The constable seemed disturbed 
by the sight of E^nmark, but he was there to do his duty. 

Hello f’ he cri^^d, you’re up early. I have a warrant for the 
arrest of your friend : I suppose you won’t tell me where he is ?” 

“You can’t expect ine to give any information that will get a 
friend into trouble, can you ?— especially as he has done nothing.” 

“ That’s as may turn out before a jury,” said one of the assistants, 
gravely. 

“ Yes,” assented Stoliker, winking quietly at the professor. “ That 
is forjudge and jury to determine, — not you.” 

“ Well,” said Renmark, “ I will not inform on anybody, unless I 
am compelled to, but I may save you some trouble by telling where I 
have been and what I have seen. I am on my way back from the 
lake. If you go down there you will still see the mark of a boat’s 
keel on the sand, and probably footprints. A boat came over from the 
other shore in the night and a man got on board. I don’t say who the 
man was, and I liad nothing to do with the matter in any way except 
as a spectator. That is all the information I have to give.” 

Stoliker turned to his assistants, and nodded. “ What did I tell 
you?” he asked. “We were right on his track.” 

“ You said the railroad,” grumbled the man who had spoken 
before. 

“ Well, we were within two miles of him. Let us go down to the 
lake and see the traces. Then we can return the warrant.” 

Renmark found Yates still asleep in the tent. He prepared break- 
fast without disturbing him. When the meal was ready he roused the 
reporter and told him of his meeting with Stoliker, advising him to 
get back to New York without delay. 

Yates yawned sleepily. 

“Yes,” he said, “I’ve been dreaming it all out. I’ll get father- 
in-law to tote me out to Fort Erie to-night.” 

“Do you think it will be safe to put it off so long?” 

“ Safer than trying to get away during the day. After breakfast 
I’m going down to the Bartlett homestead. Must have a talk with 
the old folks, you know. I’ll spend the rest of the day making up for 
that interview by talking with Kitty. Stoliker will never search for 
me there, and now that he thinks I’m gone he will likely make a visit 
to the tent. Stoliker is a good fellow, but his strong point is duty, 
you know, and if he’s certain I’m gone he’ll give his country the 
worth of its money by searching. I won’t be back for dinner : so you 
can put in your time reading my dime novels. I make no reflections 


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on your cooking, Renny, now that the vacation is over, but I have my 
preferences, and they incline towards a final meal with the Bartlett®,. 
If I were you I^d have a nap. You look tired out.” / 

I am,” said the professor. 

Renmark intended to lie down for a few moments until Yat^^was 
clear of the camp, after which he determined to pay a visit ; but Na- 
ture, when she got him locked up in sleep, took her revenge*. He did 
not hear Stoliker and his satellites search the premises, just as Yates 
had predicted they would, and when he finally awoke he found, to his 
astonishment, that it was nearly dark. But he was all the better for 
his sleep, and he attended to his personal appearance with more than 
ordinary care. 

Old Hiram Bartlett accepted the situation with the patient and 
grim stolidity of a man who takes a blow dealt him by a Providence 
which he knows is inscrutable. What he had done to deserve it was 
beyond his comprehension. He silently hitched up his horses, and for 
the first time in his life drove in to Fort Erie without any reasonable 
excuse for going there. He tied his team at the usual corner, after 
which he sat at one of the taverns and drank strong waters that had no 
apparent effect on him. He even went so far as to smoke two native 
cigars ; and a man who can do that can do anything. To bring up a 
daughter who would deliberately accept a man from the States,” and 
to have a wife who would aid and abet such an action, giving comfort 
and support to the enemy, seemed to him traitorous to all the traditions 
of 1812 or any other date in the history of the two countries. At 
times, wild ideas of getting blind full and going home to break every 
breakable thing in the house rose in his mind, but prudence whispered 
that he had to live all the rest of his life with his wife, and he realized 
that his scheme of vengeance had its drawbacks. Finally he untied 
his patient team, after paying his bill, and drove silently home, not 
having returned, even by a nod, any of the salutations tendered to him 
that day. He was somewhat relieved to find no questions were asked, 
and that his wife recognized the fact that he was passing through a 
crisis. Nevertheless there was a steely glitter in the eye he uneasily 
quailed under, which told him a line had been reached which it would 
not be well for him to cross. She forgave, but it mustn’t go any 
further. 

When Yates kissed Kitty good-night at the gate he asked her, with 
some trepidation, whether she had told any one of their engagement. 

“No one but Margaret,” said Kitty. 

“ And what did she say ?” asked Yates, as if, after all, her opinion 
was of no importance. 

“She said she was sure I should be happy, and she knew you 
would be a good husband.” 

“ She’s rather a nice girl, is Margaret,” remarked Yates, with the 
air of a man willing to concede good qualities to a girl other than his 
own, but indicating, after all, that there was but one on earth for 
him. 

“She is a lovely girl,” said Kitty, enthusiastically. “I wonder, 
Dick, when you knew her, why you ever fell in love with me.” 


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The idea ! I haven^t a word to say against Margaret ; but, com- 
pared with my girl ” 

And he finished his sentence with a practical illustration of his 
frame of mind. 

As he walked alone down the road he reflected that Margaret had 
acted v’ery handsomely, and he resolved to drop in and wish her good- 
by. But as he approached the house his courage began to fail him, 
and he thought it better to sit on the fence, near the place where he 
had sat the night before, and think over it. It took a good deal of 
thinking. But as he sat there it was destined that Yates should receive 
some information which would simplify matters. Two persons came 
slowly out of the gate in the gathering darkness. They strolled to- 
gether up the road past him, absorbed in themselves. When directly 
opposite, Benmark put his arm around Margaret’s waist, and Yates 
nearly fell off the fence. He held his breath until they were safely out 
of hearing, then slid down and crawled along in the shadow until he 
came to the side-road, up which he walked, thoughtfully pausing every 
few moments to remark, Well, I’ll be — ^ — r’^ but speech seemed to 
have failed him ; he could get no further. 

He stopped at the fence and leaned against it, gazing for the last 
time at the tent glimmering white, like a misshapen ghost, among the 
sombre trees. He had no energy left to climb over. 

Well, I’m a chimpanzee,” he muttered to himself at last. ‘^The 
highest bidder can have me, with no upset price. Dick Yates, I 
wouldn’t have believed it of you. You a newspaper- man ? You a 
reporter from ’way back ? You up to snuff? Yates, I’m ashamed to 
be seen in your company. Go back to New York, and let the youngest 
reporter in from a country newspaper scoop the daylight out of you. 
To think that this thing has been going on right under your well- 
developed nose and you never saw it, — worse, never had the faintest 
suspicion of it, — thrust at you twenty times a day, — nearly got your 
stupid head smashed on account of it, — and yet bleated away like the 
innocent little lamb that you are, and never even suspected ! Dick, 
you’re a three-sheet-poster fool in colored ink. And to think that both 
of them know all about the first proposal ! — both of them ! Well, 
thank heaven, Toronto is a long way from New York.” 


THE END. 


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ZACHARY TAYLOR, HIS HOME AND FAMILY.^ 

I T is a notable fact that while the hero of the Black Hawk and 
Mexican wars is well known as a military leader, while the 
details of his many triumphs are familiar to all, little has been said 
of his civic or domestic virtues, small insight has been given into his 
real character, and not much has been told of the race to which he 
belonged. 

Among the English gentry who came to America in earliest times 
were the Taylors from Carlisle. They are said to have descended from 
the Earls of Hare, and the motto emblazoned upon their arms was 
Ready and Faithful.’^ 

In 1658 James Taylor reached the New World; he died in 1682, 
leaving a large family. His son. Colonel James Taylor, married 


* The writer of this paper is a grand-daughter of Hancock Taylor, Zachary's 
brother. 


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Martha Thompson, and died in 1727, after having located in Orange 
County, Virginia, eleven thousand acres of land. His son Zachary 
married Elizabeth Lee, sister of the Revolutionary patriot Richard 
Henry Lee, and cousin of Robert E. Lee’s father. One of the sons of 
Zachary and Elizabeth Lee Taylor, Colonel Richard Taylor, married 
Sarah Strother. He received his commission with the first regiment 
raised in his native State, and served with distinction throughout the 
Revolutionary war. Soon after peace was declared he left the Virginia 
home, Hare Forest, and turned his face westward. 

He was a man of unusual cultivation, was intimately acquainted 
with the classics, and knew “ by heart” long passages from the old Eng- 
lish poets. These he was in the habit of repeating to his children in 
their hours of companionship. In the veins of these children flowed 
the blood of heroes. The Lees are known for ages back in the annals 
of English history ; the Strothers are said to have come to the British 
Isles from Scandinavia in the time of the vikings, in the ninth or 
tenth century. The name was then Straathor, but Chaucer gives it in 
its present form. 

Colonel Taylor and President Madison were first-cousins once 
removed ; the Pendletons, Gaineses, Conways, Taliaferros, and many 
other well-known Virginia families were nearly allied to him by blood, 
and his numerous descendants are now to be found in almost every 
State of the Union. 

Winding in and out of the wild mountains, across the trackless 
forests where trees blazed by hardy pioneers marked the road westward. 
Colonel Richard Taylor with his family and servants journeyed to the 
new home in Kentucky. The year 1787 found them there, and later 
when the family circle was completed the children numbered nine, 
— Elizabeth Lee, Zachary, Hancock, Sarah, Emily, George, Joseph, 
William, and Strother. 

The children were cradled, as it were, in war. The crack of the 
rifle, the wild whoop of the Indian, the cry of fierce beasts, furnished 
the music to which their young ears were attuned, and it is not strange 
that, with their inherited traits and this environment, the boys became 
soldiers, the girls vigorous, well-poised, intellectual women. 

George died young; William became a surgeon in the army; 
Joseph and Hancock both took part in the Indian warfare of their 
time ; Zachary, best known of them all, did this and more. 

Zachary Taylor’s wife was Margaret Smith, of Maryland. Her 
ancestor, Richard Smith, was appointed attorney-general of that prov- 
ince by Oliver Cromwell. The children of this marriage were four. 
Ann, the eldest, married Dr. Robert Wood, a courtly gentleman of the 
old school and surgeon in the army: their daughter Nina married some 
years since the Prussian Consul, Baron Guido von Grabo, and lived 
abroad until her recent death. Richard was educated at Yale College, 
was a gallant Southern soldier throughout the civil war, wrote one of 
the best and most striking books upon that epoch, Destruction and 
Reconstruction,” and died in New York in 1879, while correcting its 
last proof-sheets. Among the brilliant women who have graced the 
White House, the second daughter of Zachary Taylor, Betty Bliss,” 


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will not soon be forgotten. Her grace, ready wit, and varied accom- 
plishments fitted her well for the high position to which she was called. 
Knox, the only remaining child, married Lieutenant Jefferson Davis. 

Much has been said of this marriage, and many statements utterly 
untrue have been circulated regarding it. Knox Taylor was accom- 
plished and beautiful, with both inherited and acquired mental gifte. 
The children of Zachary Taylor were all sent to the best schools in 
the East, and knew little of the hardships and privations of frontier 
life to which he was exposed. For this reason the suit of the young 
lieutenant was not favored, General Taylor feeling that his daughter 
would probably not be surrounded by the luxuries to which she had 
been accustomed. 

In 1835 she was visiting the various country-places of her family 
near Louisville, Kentucky, and her father wrote Mrs. Gibson Taylor, 
his sister, that if Knox still wished to marry Lieutenant Davis he 
would not longer withhold his consent. Some time elapsed before the 
matter was decided, then a day was appointed for the marriage. 

When the members of the family and guests began to assemble. 
Lieutenant Davis himself arrived, in considerable perplexity. The 
clerk of the court had declined to issue the marriage license, upon the 
plea that the bride-elect was under age. Hancock Taylor, her uncle, 
immediately returned to the city with Lieutenant Davis and procured the 
license : on their return the ceremony was performed by Mr. Ashe, an 
Episcopal minister. Dr. and Mrs. Wood were the nearest relatives of 
the bride present. Nicholas Lewis Taylor, son of Hancock, and Sally, 
daughter of Mrs. Gibson Taylor, at whose home the bride was then 
sojourning, were the only attendants. It was an afternoon wedding, 
and the bride wore a travelling gown and bonnet. A short time after 
the service she left with her husband for his plantation near Vicks- 
burg, and here the young bride in less than a year passed away. 

Mr. Davis, in a letter regarding the article “ Zachary Taylor^^ con- 
tributed by him to Appletons’ Cyclopaedia of American Biography,” 
says, ‘‘I found the article had been expanded by the addition of matter 
in regard to his family which was so inaccurate that I was sorry to have 
it annexed to what I had written, my consolation being that no member 
of the Taylor family would believe me to be the author of the addi- 
tion. I found in the Jefferson Davis article the baseless scandal of a 
romantic elopement revived and reprinted.” 

After this marriage General Taylor and Lieutenant Davis did not 
meet until both were soldiers on the battle-fields of Mexico. Here 
they met as friends and comrades, and the most cordial relations existed 
between them, as later between the Taylor family and the lady who 
became Mr. Davis’s second wife. 

The student of human nature is frequently impressed with the fact 
that in each family there is one who combines within himself the most 
decided traits and characteristics of his race. Be they good or bad, in 
him they are pre-eminent. So it was with Zachary Taylor ; he summed 
up in his own strongly-marked individuality the characteristics of his 
people. 

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when Indian warfare meant conflict in primeval forests of the Western 
frontier, through swamps and underbrush, with the fleetest and most 
treacherous of foes, and battle with the pestilent climate in the marshes 
and under the tropic sun of Florida. But this sobriquet has been to 
a certain extent misleading. The emergencies presenting themselves 



THE TAYLOR HOUSE TO-DAY (THE WEST WING HAS BEEN TORN DOWN). 


during the most trying experiences found him ever ready for their 
demands. A slow fever of five weeks’ duration did not keep him from 
the saddle a single day. With the heaviest odds in favor of the adver- 
sary, he was always ready for the fray, and, despite the odds, always 
held the field victorious. 

But rough he was not. He was utterly indifferent to pomp and 
ceremony, to gaudy regalia or dress uniform. He was quiet in expres- 
sion, strong in action, firm in purpose, unostentatious and modest in 
manner, dress, and personal belongings, — of the most incorruptible 
integrity and the most persistent loyalty to duty. He constantly 
evinced great quickness of perception and fertility of resource, re- 
markable wisdom and foresight in laying plans, unflagging energy and 
promptness in executing them. When he had once, after due delibera- 
tion, adopted a resolution or formed a friendship, no earthly power 
could make him abate the one or desert the other.” 

He shared every hardship and participated in every danger that 
came to his men, and was so ready, so well disciplined, that no emer- 
gency threw him off his guard or disturbed his calm self-possession. 


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He was a man of high ideals, and with unflinching rectitude lived up 
to them. It was one of his sayings that the man who cannot be 
trusted without pledges cannot be confided in merely on account of 
them.^’ One who knew him well remarked that he was as incapable 
of surrendering a conviction as an army.’^ General Humphrey 
Marshall, who served under him, declared, The more closely his life 
is examined, the greater beauties it discloses.” General Grant wrote. 
It was my good fortune to serve under General Taylor and very near 
him for a year before hostilities in the war with Mexico began, and 
during the first year of that war. There was no man living whom I 
admired and respected more highly.” 

Even his enemies, save in the heat of the fight, did not find him 
‘'rough.” Their wounded, their dying and dead, were treated with 
the same tenderness, the same respect, as the troops he loved so well. 
His heart was full of sensibility, and he constantly manifested the 
keenest sympathy for those who were unfortunate or suffering. 

Many good-natured but groundless jests have been current during 
the last fifty years in regard to his education. Some have said that 
his chirography resembled the result of dipping a fence-rail in ink and 
trailing it zigzag across paper. Some asserted that his orthography 
was even worse. 

His education was conducted by Elisha Ayers, of Connecticut, who 
came to Kentucky to open a school for the Virginia colony of which 
the Taylors were the centre. Aside from this, Zachary Taylor was a 
careful and persistent reader, and one who assimilated and profited by 
the wisdom of the best authors. His public speeches and despatches 
bear favorable comparison with similar documents of his day, and in 
their sentiments of patriotism are excelled by none. He urged the 
government to pursue such policy as would avoid the creation of “geo- 
graphical parties,” and insisted upon the most intense and unswerving 
loyalty to the Union. 

In politics he was decided, but never aggressive. He said, “ I am 
a Whig, and shall ever be devoted in individual opinion to that party.” 
He w’as an American, and his views were not circumscribed by State 
or sectional boundaries. 

He was ever actuated by the purest Christian principles. His 
family were Episcopalians, and when in Washington attended old St. 
John’s Church. 

His home letters, many of which are still preserved among his 
descendants, not only express the tenderest affection and solicitude for 
his family, but furnish the most vivid pictures of the border warfare 
in which he was engaged. 

From Fort Brooks, Tampa Bay, Florida, in August, 1838, he thus 
writes to his brother Hancock : 

“ I have returned to this place after an absence of six weeks. Most 
of this time I was daily on horseback, which, in the tropical sun, and 
with the worst of water imaginable for drinking, made the fatigues 
and privations of no ordinary character. The Indians are now broken 
up in small parties and scattered over this immense country, secreting 
themselves in their almost impenetrable swamps and hammocks, from 


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225 


which they sally, murdering the first unsuspecting traveller or defence- 
less family they fall upon. Had they towns, or even habitations, to 
defend, or could we force them to join battle with us, the war would 
be brought to a close in a very short time. Unfortunately for us, the 
enemy have determined to use their legs instead of their arms, leaving 
the climate to battle for them. This has proved much more fatal to 
us and is more to be dreaded than their rifles or scalping-knives. If 
nature has made them fleeter of foot than the white man and given 
them a country where they leave no tracks when they fly, it is our 
misfortune, and not our fault. 

The war may yet continue for many years, unless the government 
should employ blood-hounds to aid the troops to ferret them out. 
Their hammocks are sunken or overflowed lands scattered at short 
intervals over the whole country, which is covered with bushes and 
vines of various kinds so thick that you cannot see five steps ahead, 
and interspersed with lakes and impassable swamps. 

I last April received, unsolicited, the appointment of brigadier- 
general, at the same time being assigned to the command in Florida. 
I had made up my mind to leave the country last spring, or as soon as 
the campaign was brought to a close, and, if any objections were made 
to my doing so, to have retired to civil life. I wish I may not have 
cause to regret changing that determination, but I was unexpectedly 
placed in such a situation that I could not well have acted otherwise. 
I can assure you that my days, or dreams, of ambition, if they ever 
existed, are passed ; both age and inclination admonish me to sigh for 
ease, quiet, and retirement on a snug little farm of a hundred or two 
acres in a bealthy climate. Take the greater portion of this territory 



GOLD MEDAL PRESENTED BY LOUISIANA AFTER THE MEXICAN CAMPAIGNS (HALF SIZE). 


that I have been over, and it is certainly the most miserable country I 
have ever seen. Even should we succeed in driving out the Indians, 
it would not be settled in all probability by the whites for several 
centuries.” 

The suggestion regarding blood-hounds was made by him to the 
War Department, and caused some criticism. In this connection he 
wrote the adjutant-general of the army, — 

VoL. LII.— 15 


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I wish it distinctly understood that ray object in employing dogs 
is to ascertain where the Indians can be found, not to injure them.’^ 
There are many strong points of resemblance between General 
Taylor and his second-cousin once removed, Robert E. Lee. Each 
was modest and unassuming, yet possessed of indomitable will. Each 
was marked by unswerving devotion to duty and notable for considera- 
tion and courtesy towards his inferiors, and each was a military leader 
with no superior in the annals of American history. 

On the night of February 23, 1847, when the battle of Buena 
Vista had been fought, and it was supposed that hostilities would be 
resumed in the morning, a council of officers was held, and all advised 
General Taylor to fall back to a more advantageous position. “ No,’^ 
he replied : my wounded lie behind me. I will not pass them alive.’^ 
It was Taylor’s strong personality, his ability to inspire his men 



THE SARCOPHAGUS, 1883. 

with his own spirit, to lift them above the paralyzing influences of 
their surroundings, that made possible the victory of six thousand over 
ten thousand protected in a fortified city, — of four thousand five hun- 
dred mixed troops over twenty-two thousand trained, picked, ahd 
splendidly-equipped soldiers fighting on their own soil. 

Some one has said that Zachary Taylor was probably the only 
President to whom the office was an uncoveted and unsought boon.” 
This high honor was conferred in 1848, and was accepted by him as 
simply another trust for which in the last day he would be called to 
account. 

The portals of the Executive Mansion opened for its new occupant, 


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and only sixteen months had passed when the last great enemy chal- 
lenged the old warrior. This, too, found him ready. In the presence 
of death there was no quailing in the eye, no shrinking in the fearless 
heart, of the intrepid old chief. With his characteristic simplicity and 
dignity he said, calmly, ‘‘ I have endeavored to do my duty, I am not 
afraid to die. My only regret is for the friends I leave behind.” And 
so the old hero died, a gleam of glory resting upon the furrowed brow, 
the silvered hair. 



THE TOMB AS IT IS NOW. 

The man of nineteenth-century culture has, it may be, ^‘larger 
insight into the loom of physical forces, but in most instances he has 
much feebler spiritual vision.” So has said a latter-day philosopher. 
It is rare indeed to find in him when death, the test-hour, comes, a 
sublimity of character superior to that manifested by an earlier gen- 
eration. 

To his brother Hancock the old home had passed, and to the quiet 
city of the dead, crowning the hill near by, the old soldier was carried. 

Many of his race had preceded him. The paths were overgrown 
with close-clinging myrtle vines, and blue-grass, soft and velvety, 
covered the mounds. An unostentatious sarcophagus of gray stone 
was erected, containing a spacious room, where a marble bust of the 
dead chieftain was placed near the casket. Heavy stone walls sur- 
rounded the enclosure, and great iron gates barred the entrance ; these 
were locked, save when another of the line came to his last resting- 
place. 

In 1883 Congress erected a beautiful monument of gray granite 
thirty-four feet in height. Upon this rests the capital, surmounted by 
a colossal statue of Italian marble representing the old veteran standing 
at rest.” 

Martin Farquhar Tupper^s lines attest the appreciation of the 
mother-country for her American son : 


ZACHARY TAYLOR, HIS HOME AND FAMILY. 


“ I am prepared to die, for I have tried 
To do my duty !” — Was it Nelson’s twin 
Who spoke so like a hero when he died? 

A Christian hero, with forgiven sin? — 

Yes ! it is one, Columbia’s honest pride 

(And Mother England’s joy — we claim him too), 

Who now is gone far other spoils to win 
Than late of Palo Alto, — higher meed, 

Trophies of nobler fame, and praise more true 
Than those a grateful country well decreed 
To her best son ; her best and bravest son. 

Rough for the fight, but Ready heart and hand 
To make it up again with victory won. 

In war — and peace — the glory of his land ! 

Annah Robinson Watson. 



THE MONUMENT. 


THE NATIONAL GAME. 


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NORTON B. YOUNG. 


THE NATIONAL GAME, 

O F all the athletic games played by the English-speaking races, — 
and I say English-speaking races because, while every race the 
world has known has been proficient at some athletic game, the Anglo- 
Saxon is more addicted to athletic sports, better fitted by disposition 
therefor, and more proficient thereat, than any other, — of the many 
tests of muscle, eye, nerve, and brain, base-ball is the most popular. 
I recognize the familiarity of the British with cricket and foot-ball, 
shown by the vast number of clubs to be found in the United Kingdom 
and the many thousands of players. Almost every lad can wield the 
willow or kick the ball, and many continue to exhibit their prowess 
through years of maturity. I recognize the familiarity of the young 
people of America with field and track sports, foot-ball, tennis, the oar, 
and the bicycle, and still can claim that there is no game so generally 
and so thoroughly known as base- ball. From Maine to Texas and 
from Florida to Oregon base-ball is the game. Is there a village in 


THE NATIONAL GAME. 


230 

this broad land that does not pin its faith to a ball club of some kind ? 
There may be a few, but few indeed they are, if there be a dozen able- 
bodied young men in that village. The cities contain clubs by the 
legion. Take Philadelphia for instance. It has about three hundred 
clubs. Boston, New York, Pittsburg, Cincinnati, Chicago, and St. 
Louis are other great centres. Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York, 

Pennsylvania, New Jersey, 
Ohio, Illinois, Indiana, and 
Missouri are studded with the 
diamonds of amateur clubs. 
On a Saturday afternoon one 
cannot enter any of the rail- 
road stations or ferries without 
brushing up against an army 
of bats and masks, or seeing 
base-ball enthusiasm exhibited 
in some of its many forms. 
The street-cars, too, are carry- 
ing base-ball clubs to subur- 
ban diamonds of more or less 
pretensions. These wielders 
of the willow will average 
from twelve to thirty years in 
age, — the children and the 
men. Tliey are going to play 
clubs, possibly from an adjoin- 
ing street, possibly from miles 
away. Wherever there is a 
contest there is rivalry, excitement, antagonism. These qualities are 
more fully seen when neighboring and rival towns oppose each other 
on the diamond. Then it is that partisanship is given full play and 
the most intense excitement prevails. 

Amateur ball is seen in its perfection as played by the leading 
college nines. When such teams as those of Harvard, Yale, Princeton, 
and Pennsylvania come together, thousands are attracted to the scene. 
Then it is that the densely-packed seats around a field and the wildly- 
waving banners present a grand sight, once seen, never to be forgot- 
ten. Then it is that the game is played in desperation. The college 
player on such occasions cares little for his limbs. It is all for Old 
Nassau’^ or Old Yale’’ or Fair Harvard.” Who that have seen a 
great college game can forget it ? 

Yes, base-ball is our popular game. So general is it that one can 
hardly find man or boy who cannot play the game with more or less 
proficiency. Not to understand base-ball is a sign of almost as dense 
ignorance as to be unable to write or read. 

Base-ball is played by two classes, amateurs and professionals, and 
for two purposes, sport and the making of money. Of the professional 
side of the game this article will not treat. It is of the amateurs, the 
class that outnumbers the professionals by one hundred to one. It is 
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the game. Among them is its cradle and its nursery, and among them 
must every star serve his apprenticeship. To be strictly an amateur a 
man must never have received any kind of remuneration, directly or 
indirectly, for playing the game ; but how few such are there in the 
land ! Hence in speaking of amateurs I refer not to those who are 
strictly such, but to those whose sole means of support is not ball-playing, 
and who are not members of any of the many professional leagues. 
There was a time, not so very many years ago, when one could find 
purely amateur players by the hundreds and many amateur clubs. 
Now they are scarce, so scarce that I can recall no purely amateur 
clubs of any merit and but few players. Of course there are some 
purely amateur clubs, but none where the players are much over 
eighteen years of age. When a young man who can play ball at all 
well reaches that age, he can get two or three dollars per game if he is 
an in- or out-fielder. If he is a pitcher or catcher he can command all 
the way from three to fifteen dollars per game. 

There are probably but few first-class pure amateurs in this region, 
and that which is true of Philadelphia is also true of Boston, New 
York, and Chicago j the same conditions that exist in Pennsylvania 
are to be found in Massachusetts, Ohio, and Missouri. And to what 
is this state of professional amateurism due ? To the inordinate desire 
to win by hook or crook, 
by fair means or foul. 

Take two evenly-matched 
rival clubs. One manager 
thinks he will steal a 
march on his opponents, 
and engages a crack 
pitcher for the game. 

The other manager thinks 
his nine is not as strong 
behind the bat as it should 
be, and imports some 
strong catcher. This is 
the way the weed of pro- 
fessionalism in amateur 
ranks took root. It did 
not take it long to grow, 
and now we can scarcely 
find an amateur nine any 
where. The managers 
began paying men right 
and left, and the men, 
finding that their services 
had a pecuniary value, refused to play unless paid. It is not so long since 
that one of the best second-basemen and hardest hitters in this vicinity said 
to me, I don’t want money for playing ball ; I love the sport, and have 
played it for years without receiving a cent ; but I do not propose to 
stand here on second base and look around at the other positions and see 
them all occupied by paid players, unless I receive something myself.” 



HALLOWELL, OF HARVARD. 


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THE NATIONAL GAME. 


In the winter of 1891 I was manager of the nine of the Athletic 
Club of the Schuylkill Navy, and was endeavoring to get together 
a strong team. My orders from the directors were to remunerate 
no one, either directly or indirectly. A strong team was got together, 
but only after exceptionally hard work. Why did it take so long, 
and why was the work so hard ? Simply because it was almost im- 
possible to secure players without remuneration. I remember when 
the Young America and Kiverton clubs, names indelibly stamped on 
the history of the game, were purely amateur clubs. What are they 
now? The Young America Club is but a memory, rendered so by 
bankruptcy brought about by paying many players. The Riverton 
Club only last season withdrew from the Philadelphia Suburban League. 
Why? Secretary Flanagan in his letter of resignation answers the 
question. He says, “We have decided to play strictly amateur ball 
and nothing else. The team as it now stands is very expensive, and 
the club’s treasury cannot afford it; consequently five or six enthusiastic 

members have put their hands 
away down in their pockets 
and paid for the fun, and they 
are about tired. We, how- 
ever, retire from the semi-pro- 
fessional arena with a good 
record, and our players will 
be paid in full. We regret 
very much that this action 
was necessary, but good ball- 
players won’t allow you to 
look at them unless you pay 
them for the sight.” 

The only feasible way in 
which to remedy the evil 
seems to be a general league 
of all the clubs, not necessa- 
rily for the playing of games 
together, but to investigate 
doubtful cases, with power to act thereon and allow or prohibit suspects 
to play. Even with such an organization a certain amount of trickery 
wonld exist, but it would be lessened and the sport greatly purified. 

Are there any particular requisites to success in base-ball ? It is 
true, we find men of all qualities of brain, heart, and body playing 
ball : the quick to see and plan, the slow of thought and comprehen- 
sion ; the plucky and daring, the easily discouraged, and the man who 
is never beaten till the game is over ; the large, the small, the strong, 
the weak, the active, and the slow. And all may make successful 
players. The most desirable physical qualities, however, are activity 
and quickness. The man who starts quickly and moves rapidly is the 
man who covers the largest territory and makes the most runs. It 
goes without saying that the most desirable quality of heart is that 
displayed by the man who never gets disconcerted. He does not mind 
an error, he works with all his might to win till the last man has been 



JOHN MCFETRIDGE. 


.THE NATIONAL GAME. 


233 


put out, no matter how far ahead his opponents may be. And how 
few such there are ! How often we see a team beaten after some early 
disastrous inning ! ^ The player stops. He tries neither at the bat nor 
in the field, but sits around and grumbles. An able manager will 
discharge all such men from his team. It is the good-natured, hard 
worker from start to finish who comes out far ahead in the long run. 

As to the brain qualities, you want a man quick to see all tlie points 
in the game, a careful watcher, one able quickly to size up an opposing 
team and then play on the 
weakness discovered. Put 
such a man at the head of a 
nine as captain, and that team 
should make a creditable rec- 
ord. E. O. Wagonhurst is 
such a man, and to his abil- 
ities as captain the many vic- 
tories of the University of 
Pennsylvania nine in ’90 and 
’91 were due, also the great 
record of the Cape Mays in 
those years. 

The greatest coach” in 
the country is Arthur Irwin. 

In the spring of 1892 he took 
hold of a team of green young- 
sters at Pennsylvania, and by 
able tactics caused them to 
surprise the college world by 
defeating Yale, Harvard, and 
Princeton in the same month. 

Then he left them, and although at the end of that month they were 
much better players than when he first took hold of them, their record 
subsequent to his departure was not nearly as good as when he was 
with them. 

What quality of man makes the best player ?” I asked Mr. 
Irwin one day. 

Give me the nervous man,” said he, for he is always on the 
jump; he is alert, and that is the way to win.” 

What is the first thing you teach a young player you are coach- 
ing?” I continued. 

‘‘ I teach him to start quickly and to know when to start. There 
is many a game won by the start and many a one lost by failure to 
judge quickly in this particular. Then, again, a player must learn 
to use his head, for he can win more games with that organ than with 
any other. A pitcher must study his batsmen, a captain his opponents, 
a batsman his pitcher, and all energies must be exercised on the weak- 
nesses discovered. Furthermore, a man must not be discouraged if he 
makes an error or strikes out. Get the boys to keep at it ding-dong 
from start to finish, and they’ll get there in the end. Two of the 
chief things a ^ coach’ must aim at are to cure young men of the 



JOSEPH SHANNON. 


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FREEDOM. 


inordinate desire to knock the cover off the ball, and to make them 
willing to sacrifice themselves for the benefit of their side. By teaching 
some of the U. P. players to do that this year I helped them to win 
many games.” 

With all its evils, — and they are many, — base-ball is a noble game, 
which develops the best qualities of brain and body. It is America’s 
game. 

, Norton B. Young. 


FREEDOM. 

M y work is done ; the eventide is here ; 

My wages now I ask of Thee. 

Not gold nor jewels do I crave, my Lord, 

But, Master, set my spirit free ! 

The shadows lengthen on my glacier path, 

Heavier the chains that fret me here ; 

I ask for freedom from their crushing weight. 

’Tis life, not death, I hold in fear ! 

My work is done ; the hour of rest draws near ; 

The vesper-bells toll clear and sweet. 

Unto the agM should be spared, my Lord, 

The pains that torture tired feet. 

According to my need, I ask of Thee 
That Thou bestow the promised wage. 

If faithful I have been in small and great. 

Wilt Thou not now my pangs assuage ? 

My work is done ; take me within the gate 
Where enter only those Thou wilt ; 

A city lighted by Thy glory great. 

The city not by mortals built. 

Come quickly, I beseech, and freely give 
The guerdon in its full degree, 

Which Thou hast promised unto every man 
According as his work shall be. 

Yet, Master, not my will, but Thine, be done. 

On Thee I wait ; forgive my prayer ! 

Thou knowest best if here I’m needed still. 

Thou knowest if I’m needed there. 

The wages are not due till work is done : 

Submissive to the end I’ll be. 

Knowing Thy precious promise never fails. 

That my reward still rests with Thee! 

Clara Jessup Moore. 


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JANETS HOLIDAY, 


[LIPPINCOTT’S notable stories. — NO. VI.*] 



HE afternoon sun shone down the little glen, but 
with a softened and subdued lustre, as if it knew 
it was shining in a lonely place. The door of 
the one small cabin in sight was closed ; the 
occupants were outside. 

From somewhere out of sight, children’s 
voices could be heard, and where the waters 
of the little run collected in a pool beneath 
some beech-trees, a woman was washing. 
No longer comely, if indeed she had ever 
been so, her arms, bared to the elbow, 
were lean and brown, her 
hands hardened by labor ; 
and when she bent over 
the pool the face she 
saw was sunburnt and 
wrinkled, and 


X WOMAN WAS WASHING. 


the eyes had that dull apathetic look so often seen in the eyes of the 
women of those hill-regions. 


* With the March number began the issue of this series of short stories, 
one of which is to appear each month during the current year. On the com- 
pletion of the series the stories will be reprinted in a small volume, and the 
royalty on the sale of this book will belong to the author of that one of the 
ten tales which'receives the popular verdict. 

To determine this choice, our readers are invited to signify each month, by 
postal card addressed to the editor of LippincotVs Magazine, their opinions as to 
the merits of the short story in the last issue. Those who thus report as to each 
of the ten tales, from March to December inclusive, will receive, free of charge, 
a copy of the collected edition of “ Notable Stories.” 


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were needed worst: then she must get supper and milk the cows. 
To-morrow would be like to-day, save that she would iron the clothes 
instead of washing them. 

Presently her husband came in sight. Slipping the bag of meal 
from his shoulder to the top rail of the fence, he sat with one leg over 
it and watched her at her work. 

Something, it may be, in her languid movements sent his thoughts 
in sluggish retrospect through her long years of service and servitude 


Jane Sheplas was no better oif than were her neighbors, — rather, 
worse, owing to the onstiddy^^ habits of Jim. As she sometimes 
said, with a mixture of family pride and resignation, her mother had 
been to a camp-meeting once, but she had never been nowhere.” 

The sun was low when she hung out her washing; she did it 
deliberately, noting, as she shook out each garment, where the patches 


“I ’LOW YE AN’ THE YOUNG ’UNS TO GO.” 


JANE'S HOLIDAY. 


237 



to him. In some way, altogether apart from any process of reasoning, 
it came to him that Jane deserved something better than she had ever 
yet received at his hands. To assist a dawning idea, he took a chew 
of tobacco and meditated. Jim was not unkind ; only onstiddy.^’ 
He waited till Jane had sifted the meal and mixed the dough for 
the homely bread of the mountains, and then began to impart a piece 
of news. 

What do you think is coming to Eeedville next week he ques- 
tioned, triumphantly. 

Mebbe a tin-peddler,’’ answered Jane, slowly. She could think 
of nothing grander ; she had never even seen that representative of 


THEY LEFT THEIK HOME EARLY. 


worldly splendor ; but she had heard of him, and was proud of the 
knowledge. 

“It’s somethin’ you never sot eyes on,” chuckled Jim, “no, nor 
your ma’am neither. What do you think o’ that?” and he spread out 
a yellow poster where lions, giraffes, and elephants disported themselves 
and gymnasts vaulted through space. The crowding children gazed 
in speechless wonder, and Jane asked what it meant. 

“It means,” explained Jim, proudly, “that thar’s to be a nanimal 
show, where every tarnal beast you ever heerd on is on ex-er-bition,” 
with an eye on the printed word. “ An’, Jane, I ’low ye an’ the young 
’uns to go.” 


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JANE'S HOLIDAY. 



But, Jim, kin ye?^’ gasped Jane. 

Jim slapped his pocket. 

‘‘I’ve got a good job o’ corn-shuckin’ fur Jake Westfall, an’ we’ll 
go, ev’ry chick an’ child.” 

Far into the night Jane patched and contrived, with that new, 
wonderful hope guiding her fingers. She even produced one or two 
faded ribbons, relics of wedding finery, and sighed 
as she pinned them on, thinking how faded, too, 
was the face above them. 

The day was hot, and they left their 
home early, “ so’s to git our money’s wuth,” 
said Jim. The children huddled around 
their mother, almost stupefied with admira- 
tion at the street parade. 

“ Jes’ wait !” insinuated Jim. 

From the summit of the great pa- 
vilion to a point within a few feet of 
the ground a rope was stretched, and 
a wonderfully-apparelled female began 
to descend the perilous causeway. Jane 
watched with painful absorption. 

“ I’m glad it’s over,” she said. 

But Jim had disappeared. 

“ Pap’s gone to git us in,” said 
one of the children. 

There was a crash of music 
inside the tent ; the crowd 
began to stream inward ; 
the field was 
deserted, save 
for a 
group 
of men 
gathered 
around a 
table, hith- 
erto concealed 
from Jane’s 
bewildered 
eyes. She saw 
her husband. 

“Go tell 
pap it’s time 
fur us to go 

in,” she said, and, breathless, watched the child speed on his errand. 
He returned alone. 

“ Pap’s treatin’ the crowd,” said the boy, his words drowned in a 
vociferous burst of applause from the tent. 

“Stay here,” commanded Jane, and went towards the hilarious 
group. 


A WONDERFULLY-APPARELLED FEMALE BEGAN TO DESCEND THE PERILOUS 
CAUSEWAY. 


THE DREAM-SHIP. 


239 


“ Come, Jim,” she said, coaxingly, an’ take us into the show.” 

I’ll be along — plenty o’ time,” answered her husband, with benig- 
nant good humor. 

But he was deaf to her repeated entreaties. She stood, silent, 
watching him till the last dime was spent. Then she went back to 
the children. Something in her face awed them, and they only whis- 
pered among themselves. 

Your pap’s drunk, and the money’s all gone,” said Jane, with an 
air of indifference, and sat down on the grass again. 

The people were streaming out of the tent; the crowd was dis- 
persing. One of the animal vans drew near. Jane crept to the driver. 

Mister,” she said, in trembling tones, won’t you let the children 
take a peep? They never saw nuthin’ in their lives.” 

Boss wouldn’t let me,” answered the man, yet not unkindly. 

A white monkey thrust its paw through the slats of the cage. 

The children were in ecstasies of delight. The driver started his 
horses. 

Come, children, let’s go home,” said Jane. 

It was dark when they reached the cabin. A whippoorwill sang 
from the thicket, and its wail was to Jane Sheplas the knell of hope. 

Valerie Hays Berry. 


THE DREAM-SHIP. 

A BLUE and golden ocean, a blue and golden sky, 

A ship with white sails filling as the summer breeze blows by, 

A ship that is laden with pleasures, with hopes that are foolish and 
fond. 

That sails from the port of Nowhere and is bound for the great 
Beyond. 

On board are lovely women and noble and clever men. 

Who never before were together and never will meet again; 

Their faces fade and alter with the thoughts of him who beholds. 

As the pennon, at the mast-head is shifting its airy folds. 

But in their midst, more distinctly, are ever visible two, — 

A man who, for once, is happy, — a woman, for once, who is true. 

An afternoon stolen from Lotos-Land this radiant voyage might 
seem. 

But the ship and the man and the woman are but part of a waking 
dream. 


M. H. G. 


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THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 


THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

AT THE FAIK. 

T his title I apply to the enchanting personage who sits on a sort of 
curnle chair, with high, semicircular back, on the poop of the vessel 
which, propelled by eight maidens only less lovely than the Lady her- 
self, seems to speed forward from the head of the Lagoon at the World^s 
Fair. 

I cannot enough admire this creation of the sculptor’s genius. The 
Lady’s attire consists of a robe or toga, worn round the body, and sup- 
plemented by a light scarf, to envelop the neck and head. But the 
disposition of this simple costume has been modified by circumstances. 

You are to understand that the Old World has just arrived at the 
Fair, and is at this moment making its entry by "way of the triumphal 
arch in the centre of the great marble colonnade fronting on the Lake. 
Descrying them from afar, the Lady has cried out Forward !” to her 
eight oarswomen, — or gondoliers, rather ; for they ply their long oars 
standing, — and the boat has leaped onward responsive to the impulse 
given it. At the same moment, the Lady, inspired with emotions of 
welcome and lofty excitement, has lifted her head and erected her 
whole body in the chair. Her left arm lies along the high back of it ; 
her right hand holds her emblem of divinity ; her bosom is expanded, 
and her crossed feet just touch the deck. Meanwhile, her toga has 
slipped down, leaving her white body bare as far as below her loins ; 
and the scarf, in the breeze of her going, flutters far out behind, and 
will be gone altogether in another moment. The figure thus fully and 
unconsciously revealed is divinely beautiful, and its extraordinary 
erectness gives it a special charm, — the charm of immortal life, youth, 
and vigor. Seen from whatever point of view, it develops fresh de- 
lightfulness; I can recall no ancient or modern statue which seems at 
once more alive, more severely statuesque, and more beautiful. The 
little vessel dashes onward ; the tritons with their steeds of the sea dis- 
port themselves around it; on the prow, a damsel sets a trumpet to her 
lips ; the Lagoon, with its marble margins, and the surrounding clifiPs 
of snowy architecture, extend before it ; the blue sky is above, the free 
air all about it. I have no fault to find with the composition : it is 
worthy of its place, as the central feature of the most superb architec- 
tural scene that was ever — I am bold to affirm — beheld in this world. 
I know no other design of a fountain that is to be for a moment com- 
pared with this, and glad am I to have lived to see it. 

At the other end of the Lagoon stands the colossal golden figure of 
the Republic, with uplifted hands. It is a work on which any artist 
might be content to rest his reputation. It is massive, stately, simple, 
and severe. The heavy robe falls in straight folds, like those of the 
early Greek statues. The pose is at once the simplest possible, and the 
most impressive. So should stand the human symbol of the mightiest 
of nations. It is as dignified as a tower, and as splendid as a goddess. 


THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 


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T regret only that the head and the arms are gilded. Tn the great 
Grecian statue of Pallas the garments were golden, but the face was 
of ivory. These golden features of the Republic are marred in their 
effect by the incident and reflected lights, and much of their beauty 
is lost. 

Most of the open-air statuary in this magnificent quadrangle is good, 
though I think the groups that ornament the pavilions of the Admin- 
istration Building are somewhat too much like the violent, acrobatic con- 
ceptions of old Bernini, — he who designed the Fountain of Trevi in 
Rome. And the array of figures that surmount the colonnade on the 
Lake suffer by the discovery that they are all thrice or four times repeated. 
The same criticism applies to the groups of yoked oxen and drivers 
which are multiplied over the Agricultural Building. They are 
identical ; and they also are devoid of artistic interest or merit. No 
such creatures as these horned beasts were ever seen in life. But, to 
atone for it, the gigantic figures of bulls and horses on the margins of 
the Lagoon are finely done. On the various bridges, as I have remarked 
elsewhere, are the matchless creations of Edward Kemeys, — the bears, 
the bison, and the panthers. The more one studies these, the more 
marvellous seem the art and knowledge that gave them existence. 
Kemeys is less sensational than his only rival, Barye, and more true 
to nature, and more subtle in the expressions he conveys. By the bye, 
it seems to me little less than deliberate cruelty on the part of the Art 
Directory to place side by side with these masterpieces by Kemeys the 
amorphous and anomalous concoctions of the unfortunate young man 
who got the commission for the polar bear, the elk, and the jaguar. 
It would be cruelty in me to comment further upon them. Kemeys is 
a great artist : the kindest thing to be done for the other gentleman is 
to forbear mentioning his name. 

I am glad I first came here in winter, while the interior of the 
Buildings was as yet clear of exhibits.’^ Those who have never seen 
their stupendous emptiness have lost a unique sensation. Those illimit- 
able, bare floors, stretching away to horizons on all sides, with only 
insignificant atomies of men crawling over them here and there, have 
now disappeared under the piled-up confusion of the minor structures. 
The impression now conveyed is that of little cities, walled in and 
roofed over. Necessarily, all architectural harmony is at an end. You 
must give that up, and apply your mind to detail. Of course, no con- 
ceivable exhibit’’ could compare in beauty with the vast white palaces 
wdiich house them. They are on another plane altogether. ^ But, when 
you have adapted yourself to the situation, there is no denying that the 
‘^exhibits” are of absorbing interest. They grow upon you; they 
exhaust you, and yet they lead you on. You cover miles of ground 
without knowing it — until you get home! On a careful calculation, I 
found that I walked certainly not less than fifteen miles during each 
day of my visits to the Fair. You can be wheeled in a chair, if you 
like * but no one who has both a soul and legs will endure to do that. 
Many who have only legs, or only a soul, do. 

The fact is, the Fair is both too large, and too small. It is too 
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small for the exhibitors, and too large for the visitors. No one pair 
of eyes can even see it all in six months: as to digesting what you see, 
that is out of the question. For here are amassed samples of every- 
thing that the civilized world produces. There is too much of it; but 
it cannot be helped, for the reason is that the civilized world has grown 
too large. It is so large that the barest epitome of it is practically 
unmanageable. In future years it will be worse still ; and the only 
solution of the difficulty that I can propose is, that a continuous 
World’s Fair should be established, in some convenient place, perma- 
nently accessible to the public, and to be enlarged and modified as occa- 
sion may demand. When our flying-machines are perfected, we can 
get to the central point easily, and the only precaution to be observed 
will be to select a site where the Fair can indefinitely expand. 

I am unqualified to judge as to the comparative excellence or defi- 
ciency of any particular display. But I am sure the Art Building is 
well stocked. No galleries that I have heretofore seen have so many 
good pictures in them. By good” I mean interesting, — works which 
show an intelligent effort on the artists’ part, conscientiously carried 
out. It is curious to study painting in its present transition-stage. 
The actual results are often indeterminate; but the purpose is almost 
always important. It indicates an era of experiment. This experi- 
ment is in the direction, not of composition, nor, especially, of subject, 
but of color. Whether it will be successful or not, I cannot tell ; but 
I incline to think it may be. Meanwhile, it is striking, stimulating, 
and at times wonderfully telling. It is also quite new. The science 
of color is being thoroughly overhauled, and investigated afresh. None 
of the old smooth, conventional effects are any longer trusted. The 
departure is chiefly observed in landscape and in studies of the nude. 
Some of these affect one, at a first glance, as strange, unreasonable, or 
even grotesque and impossible. Nevertheless, seen from a different 
point of view, or in another light, they occasionally shine forth like 
life itself. The theory seems to be that the artist shall prepare the 
conditions of a problem which shall, literally viewed, appear as mean- 
ingless as a face of rock on a mountain-side, when seen near-to. But 
given the right combinations of light, position, and atmospheric pecu- 
liarity, together with sympathetic imagination on the spectator’s part, 
and it all at once kindles into a startling and delicious reality. In a 
room in the East Pavilion there are several large canvases of the nude 
which arrest attention and compel criticism. One represents a group 
of drunken nymphs and fauns romping in boisterous nakedness through 
the glades of a summer forest. There is great vigor in the design : 
but the color seemed inexplicable until, turning as I was leaving the 
room by the opposite door, I caught a glimpse which gave me the im- 
pression that the whole rout of wild creatures were plunging forward 
through the frame of the canvas in living abandonment. Another 
picture, of sea-nymphs dancing on the sands of a sun-steeped ocean, is 
remarkable for its tone. It is easier to see than the other, but less 
powerful. Elsewhere, there is a really tremendous portrait of Ellen 
Terry, as Lady Macbeth, holding the blood-stained crown over her 
head. The whole composition, with the exception of the ghastly white 


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face and arras, is a study of peacock blues and greens. It is so in- 
tensely rich and strong that everything else in the room looks feeble 
and colorless. You cannot look long at it without exhaustion. 

Some of the most novel attempts in landscape are in the western 
wing of the great building. The artists of Northern Europe (with 
the general exception of the Germans themselves, who are uniformly 
academical and monotonous) are singularly bold and independent in 
their methods of color. They paint things which cannot be painted. 
But the attempts are salutary nevertheless. They are an advance. 
These suns, these waters, these 'meadows and rocks, have thought and 
meaning in them, in spite of their rainbow audacity. We shall hear 
more of these painters, or their successors : the crudities will disappear, 
and the lusty, vital truth shine out unveiled. 

No one can help noticing the frankness and more than pagan un- 
reserve with which contemporary artists are treating the nude, both in 
painting and in sculpture. It is a wholesome change. Self-conscious- 
ness only can be immodest. Beauty,” says Emerson, doth limbs 
and flesh enough invest.” Veils do but call attention to what is veiled. 
We do not want our delight in art, which is a pure delight of the soul, 
vitiated by the intrusion of conventional prurience and prudery. Make 
the expression clean, and let the rest go. 

Touching contemporary sculpture, there is a word to be said. It 
is often beautiful, graceful, and clever ; but it is seldom or never so 
satisfactory as the best antique. We get tired of it sooner or later; 
whereas we grow up to the antique, and never grow beyond it. The 
Venus of Milo, the Discobolus, the Borghese Achilles, and many others, 
rest, educate, and invigorate us forever. This cannot be said to be the 
case with modern statues. Why not? 

The reason, it seems to me, is, that modern statues express too much. 
The sculptor tries to import into his marble what that medium of 
thought is not qualified to convey. Even the ancient Egyptians were 
nearer right than we are. 

The face is the key-note of modern statuary. The action of the 
figure follows the meaning of the features. Until we see the latter, we 
do not understand the figure. This is asking too much of marble : it 
should be reserved for canvas. A statue never should portray a mental 
problem or condition, and its action should never be progressive. It 
should be so posed that it might retain that pose forever ; the pose 
should be a consummation, never a transition. The ancients were right, 
too, in neglecting the face, and making the mere contours and attitude 
of the body satisfy the spectator’s need. They wrought in an age 
when the soul was far more harmoniously interwoven with the body 
than is the case now, and when, consequently, the body could express 
all that sculpture should attempt to indicate. The point may seem 
subtle, but it is of profound significance, — is far too significant, indeed, 
to be more than noted in an essay mainly discursive, like this. 

The Midway Plaisance is a sort of curiosity-shop, in which the 
curiosities are mainly men and manners. There are also booths, caf^s, 
lath-and-plaster villages” and temples, and various shows of a more 


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or less seductive aspect. The value of the Plaisance — save as a mere 
lounging-grouiid and beer-garden — lies in its Oriental and East Indian 
features. We Westerners cannot help being interested in Turks, Arabs, 
Numidians, Cingalese, Javanese, Syrians, and even in Chinese and 
Japanese, when they are not naturalized American citizens, or cheap 
labor.” There are plenty of all these here, in their own dirty, beau- 
tiful costumes; with their brown faces, their dark, shining, impenetra- 
ble eyes, their queer shoes, sashes, caps, turbans, their shrugs and ges- 
tures, their incomprehensible grunts, gutturals, gurglings, clucking, and 
chattering. In the recesses of a shadowy Aladdin^s Cave of a booth in 
the Turkish Bazar you may see Ali Baba Mustapha Ben Edih, with a 
dirty white turban, dirty gold-embroidered caftan, dirty crimson silk 
girdle, dirty voluminous trousers, dirty up-curving slippers, dirty old 
face and hands and long gray beard, and an expression in the wrinkled 
eyes and long nose of world-weary, fatalistic, Mohammedan sagacity. 
There he squats, at the receipt of custom, prepared to charge you fifty 
dollars for a ten-cent necklace, and to chaffer about it, amidst hookahs 
and coffee, from dawn to sunset. In the Temple of Luxor, in the Cairo 
Street, twenty-five cents will admit you not only to the presence of 
twenty or thirty Pharaonic mummies, made of wood, rigid in their 
sarcophagi, but to that of a soft-eyed, soft-skinned. Oriental maiden, 
Scheherazade by name, who plays with tapering brown fingers on a lute, 
and answers questions courteously, smiling with a delicate, voluptuous 
mouth. In the Javanese village, which is a bona-fide Javanese village, 
with bamboo huts built on the spot by the natives themselves, you may 
see and exchange signs and sounds with the latter, as they dawdle about 
in the sunshine with their dusky bare legs, and feet scuffling miracu- 
lously in shoes which have nothing but the scuffle to hold them on 
withal. Across the way, half a dozen Asiatic lions are roaring in an 
open cage, and a knot of Arabs stand watching them, with the regret- 
ful, sentimental air of wandering pilgrims to whom a chance strain of 
music brings back thoughts of home and mother. Yonder undulates 
a Constantinople palanquin, containing a fat daughter of the West, and 
supported by a couple of swarthy, grinning Mohammedans. And 
through all, dominating all, alien, investigating, push and throng the 
shrewd, humorous, curious, earnest, frivolous Americans, to whom the 
mighty past is a fairy-tale, and the mysterious future a game of brag. 

There has been much palaver about management, conveniences, 
abuses, Sunday opening, and so forth. Some complaints are justified, 
others are not : such abuses as exist are mostly the result of inevitable 
inexperience or accident, and will probably have been done away with 
by the time these words reach the reader. Other criticisms, such as 
the statement that any other expense than the fifty cents admission is 
involved in seeing the Fair, are wholly without foundation. Except 
that it costs twenty-five cents extra to take the elevator to the top of 
the main building, and fifty cents for a ride in a gondola, the whole 
exhibition, including the music and the illuminations, is free. As for 
the Midway Plaisance, though connected with the Fair, it is in the 
nature of a private enterprise ; you must pay half or a quarter of a 


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dollar to go into the various peep-shows; and whatever merchandise 
you buy, you pay for as a matter of course. But a five-dollar bill 
will cover all expenses necessary to enable you to see everything, even 
here. And you can see enough without paying anything at all. 

On the other hand, there is no denying that some of the gatemen 
and guards are ruffians, some are thieves, and some are both combined. 
But these are being removed as fast as they are found out. Games at 
cross- purposes occasionally occur between the Directors and the Commis- 
sioners, and between separate officials, but that is only because both 
sides are anxious to do their duty, and lack, not good will, but instruc- 
tion. Again, the completion of the Buildings and the exhibits was 
much behindhand, and heaps of rubbish and forests of scaffoldings do 
at the present writing (June 1) mar the beauty and convenience of the 
spectacle. But the entire enterprise is so stupendous and unprecedented 
that the only wonder is, it should be ever completed at all ; and in a 
month from now it will probably be entirely ready. In fact, the only 
serious objection I can think of is restricted to the character of the 
Chicago climate. This is entirely at the mercy of the winds. The 
winds blow, and blow hard, nearly all the time, and the air is apt to be 
so full of dust that breathing and seeing become difficult. But the 
worst of it is, that as soon as the wind begins to blow from the Lake, 
the temperature sinks from twenty to forty degrees, and loses no time 
about it either : in an hour or two you may change from perspiration 
to shivering. Moreover, the heat, when it is hot, is very hot, and is 
apt to be muggy ; while the cold is the very most comfortless and ex- 
asperating cold that I ever experienced. Yet days do intervene which 
are nearly perfect, and which make you willing to forget all the hard 
things you have felt about the Chicago climate. And it is perhaps 
unjust, while this exceptional spring is as yet hardly over, to grumble 
about the weather. Other places besides Chicago have suffered this 
year. The coming summer may redeem the reputation of the year. 

But let us forget all our troubles, and solace ourselves with the 
incomparable loveliness of the illuminations. 

The illumination lasts from eight o’clock till eleven, and occurs 
thrice a week. I went on a Saturday. It was a soft and luxurious 
evening, with scarce a breath of wind, and what there was from the 
south. The moon, nearly full, hung aloft in mid-heaven, silvery in a 
dark-blue velvet sky. The grounds were well filled : about one hun- 
dred thousand persons were present, according to the next morning’s 
papers. But most of this crowd was, of course, assembled in the great 
court or quadrangle containing the Lagoon, and bounded by the Manu- 
factures and Electrical Buildings on one side, the Agricultural on the 
opposite side, the colonnade on the Lake end, and the Administration 
facing it. 

The manner of the illumination was simple and almost severe, not 
erring on the side of profusion ; and yet the effect, as enhanced by the 
Lagoon, was rich in the extreme. A line of incandescent electric lamps 
followed the long cornices of the buildings entirely round the quad- 
rangle, rising to define the angles of the pediments and entablatures. 


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and curving over the arched entrance of the Electrical Building. 
Another long line of these lamps completely encircled the margin of 
the Lagoon, at a height of four or five feet above the surface of the 
water. On the broad esplanade, between these two lines of light, 
stood an unbroken array of tall lamp-posts, each supporting a Brush 
electric lamp. These, too, formed a ring round the Lagoon. 

The vertical ribs of the great dome of the Administration Building 
were marked by incandescent lamps, and the dome was surmounted by 
a crown of them. On slender pillars surrounding its base were flaring 
torches of gas. Electric lamps likewise defined the main architectural 
features of the fa9ade. Finally, beneath the arch of the colonnade on 
the Lake, red calcium lights were kept constantly burning, shedding 
over the interior of the passage a rosy glow. The interiors of all the 
Buildings were also faintly luminous, and a white light shone softly 
through the glass roof of the great Manufactures structure. The 
Palace of Agriculture, which has a colonnade running all along it, was 
furnished with lights within the line of columns, but invisible to the 
spectator. The walls beyond the columns are tinted a pale salmon hue, 
which was illumined by these lights, and against which the white pil- 
lars defined themselves. On the dome of this building stands the 
golden Diana, ravished from the tower of the New York Madison 
Garden : at her feet was a ring of lamps, which cast a gleam upwards 
over her graceful figure. 

Such was the arrangement, easily described ; but the effect can be 
realized only by seeing it. The Lagoon, which cannot be less than a 
quarter of a mile long and about two hundred yards wide, was filled 
with gondolas and electric and steam launches, which circulated round 
and round, disturbing the otherwise placid surface of the water, and 
silhouetting their dark, graceful forms against the omnipresent bright- 
ness. Some of them were hung with many-colored Japanese lanterns. 
They were filled with people, and one carried a chorus of male voices, 
singing delectably. As you walked round the broad terraces surround- 
ing the Lagoon, the ruffled water made a confused splendor of the re- 
flected lights. The incandescent lamps, which looked like threaded 
beads of living gold, mingled there with the silvery reflections of the 
Brush lamps, so that the shining surface seemed to flash and ripple 
with the welded metals. The massive golden statue of the Bepublic 
which rises majestic at the lower end of the Lagoon caught the radiance 
upon its stately sides, and, as I stood gazing up at it, the moon stood 
just above its head, and seemed to make the figure also a denizen 
of the sky. From every point of view the long level lines of light 
charmed and enchanted the eye, and led the gaze onward to the splendid 
dome, whence it fell again to the fluctuating glory of the Lagoon, with 
its movements and its song. The harmony was on a scale so vast that 
the mind had to exert itself to compass it. 

This, however, was not all. From the two stands on either side 
of the Administration Building, orchestras discoursed triumphant 
music in alternation, and the multitude gathered round, walking from 
one to the other as each took up the strain. The throbbing melody 
filled the mighty space, and was re-echoed from the marble cliffs, and 


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swept in lovely pulsations over the Lagoon. And while it sounded, the 
architecture looked nobler and more beautiful, as if the music had 
given it a soul, or it were the visible embodiment of the music. And 
now, as if in response to a summons, the three fountains which crown 
the Lagoon leaped into rushing and up-reaching life; those to the right 
and left were illuminated from within by electric lights, which changed 
their hue from white to rose, and thence to azure. From various high 
coignes of vantage the long, keen rays of search-lights struck across 
the dark, and lit upon the golden Diana on her dome, and upon the 
seated figure in the barge of the fountain, and upon the heights of the 
Administration Building, and wandered over the masses of the crowd, 
and over the flitting gondolas. Point after point awoke to life and 
distinctness as it passed. * 

I got into a boat, and steamed through the rosy arch of the colon- 
nade, and out on the broad, dark expanse of the boundless Lake. The 
water was smooth, and lit only by the quivering image of the moon. 
As we got our offing, the group of buildings on the shore assumed 
dim shapes of beauty ; and other boats, beyond us and on either side, 
and lighted with many-colored lamps from stem to stern, hung like 
enormous jewels on the cheek of night. A search-light from the east, 
plunging at hazard through the transparent gloom, discovered here a 
ship and there a barge which the darkness had hidden. They started 
into sudden, intense visibility, and the next moment vanished again, 
like ghosts that illude the eye and then are no more. 

It was a banquet of royal beauty. Returning at last to the Lagoon, 
I mounted flight after flight of stairs to the base of the Administration 
dome. Here, an undefined horizon, twinkling afar with lights, spread 
round on every side : below, in front, were the crowds, and the lines 
of lamps, the fountains and the music. I stayed and looked and lis- 
tened long ; for never have I beheld a fairer scene : unsentient matter 
seemed to dissolve and flow into poetry, and to vibrate with the spiritual 
beauty which we believe in, but can never grasp. 

Julian Hawthorne. 


MORTALITY. 


Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion ? 

Job. 

I KNOW that time will thwart me, — I shall love 
And lose, soar and sink back, aspire and fail. 

Why mourn because Decay is throned above 
Indomitable Desire? will it avail? 

Does Death incline its ear to catch man’s wail ? 

My heart may yearn with might to move the world : 

The powerful Silence hears not : futile, frail 
My cry. Not by man’s skill is flower ira pearled 
With dew, not by man’s strength the flying spheres are whirled. 


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Man has no throne o^er Earth — he cannot climb. 

Did he point out the Moon her way ? she rolled 
Long cycles ere his race transpired of time. 

Not as he nods blow the flowers blue or gold ; 

They sink their roots into his quiet mould 
And o^er his docile dust laugh into light. 

Not his the thunder’s rugged voice; of old 
He scattered not, all beautiful and bright, 

The stars like shining seeds in the broad field of Night. 

From out the glacier’s path he steps aside. 

Can he meet glance for glance the sun’s great eye 
O’er many a ruined empire opened wtfde ? 

Decay doth beard him — can he fight or fly, 

Do aught but curl his carcass up and die? 

Because he oversleeps do meteors stray ? 

By his might were the mountains heaped on high ? 

He has some vasty yearnings — what are they? 

They span immensity, and then — converge to clay. 

The stars have never heard his voice ; they rush 
Austere and lonely. The prismatic arc 
He bends not ’neath the misty blue, nor blush 
The rosy cheeks of Morning through the dark 
By his weak wish. Did he bid soar the lark 
Dizzy against the sun? With rapture rife 
She revels heavenward — to her singing hark ! 

He has no part in Nature’s stir and strife. 

Not his the voice that spake the Universe to life. 

The lightnings scorch him, and the careless earth 
Upheaves and swallows him. The seas o’erclose 
And shut him from the light. Fate gives him birth, 

Her facile playmate, and dismissed he goes 
Unto ignoble, impotent repose. 

His breath is not the imperious hurricane. 

Nor by his will rude oak from acorn grows. 

His life is formed for pleasure, filled with pain. 

The earth drinks up his tears and knows them not from rain. 

When he would sleep does he dismiss the sun. 

Or does he whirl the seasons like a wheel ? 

Do avalanches on his errands run. 

Or does his biting glance their snows congeal ? 

Him Nature knows not ; for he cannot feel 
The full sense of her. When her depths rejoice 
And her heights glow with godhead, let him steal 
Away and hide. His life endures by choice 
Of chance. And hath he pride, and doth he lift his voice? 

Howard Hall, 


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WILLIAM RUSH. 


A PHILADELPHIA SCULPTOR. 

D uring the latter part of the last century and the early days of 
this there lived in Philadelphia a notable and well-known sculp- 
tor and carver in wood, of whom it is said, “ He surpassed in ability 
any other ship-carver in the world/^ That he prospered at the early 
period of our history in which he lived was due to his great talent 
alone, as his time was one when the plastic art was little appreciated in 
the United States. In fact, William Rush, who was born in Phila- 
delphia some twenty years before the Revolutionary War, was the 
creator of the plastic art in America. Although thus distinguished, 
his life-story has never been told, and to this day his is a neglected 
corner in the history of art in America, a bit of canvas still uncovered. 
Let us then tell the story, cover the canvas, and fill this corner. 

Rush received but a very slight artistic education. Indeed, when 
he started out to model in clay and wood, he possessed merely the 
knowledge he had gained in the shop of Edward Cultush, an eminent 
London ship-carver, to whom he was apprenticed at an early age. But 
the young American sculptor had talent sufficient to surmount the 
enormous difficulties which must have arisen from his lack of technical 
knowledge. As early as 1787 he had commenced to model in Phila- 


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delphia. The first bust in clay of any importance which he executed 
was that of William Bartranl, son of the famous early American 
botanist John Bar tram. 

William Rush’s father was a ship-carpenter, and from his youth 
the son was fond of ships. Often when a boy he would cut out min- 
iature vessels from blocks of wood, and exercise his artistic talent in 
drawing upon boards figures in chalk and paints. When he com- 
menced work in this country there was no demand for the productions 
of native sculptors; consequently to make a living Rush was obliged 
to carve prow-heads for vessels, then in common use. By 1800 he had 
attained considerable reputation as a sculptor and carver in wood, and 
time matured his talents. At an early date in his career his figure- 
heads began to be noticed in foreign ports. The figure of an Indian 
trader on the ship William Penn was much admired in London. The 
wood-carvers there, it is reported, would come in boats and lie near the 
ship to sketch designs of the figure-head. This was but a few years 
after the Revolutionary War. Another notable prow-head which Rush 
carved was the figure of a river-god for the ship Ganges. So well 
known abroad did his work at last become that the house of Nicklin 
and Griifeth, of Philadelphia, received many orders from England for 
figure-heads to be made by Rush to adorn ships built on the other side 
of the Atlantic. One of the most celebrated of these carvings was a 
female figure of Commerce. 

In 1811 Benjamin H. Latrobe delivered a lecture in Philadelphia 
before the Society of Artists. In speaking of Rush’s figures for the 
prows of vessels, he said, There is a motion in his figures which is in- 
controvertible. They seem rather to draw the ship after them than to 
impel the vessel. Many of them are of exquisite beauty. I have not 
seen one on which there is not the stamp of genius.” 

Among other ship-carvings executed by Rush were two emblematic 
statues nine feet high adorning the prows of the American frigates 
United States and Constellation. For the latter the subject was Nature, 
her forehead crested with fire and her hair and drapery loose and flow- 
ing. The zone was ornamented with the signs of the zodiac. The 
figure stood on a pyramid of stones, emblematic of the United States. 
The other figure, the Genius of the United States, was a female figure 
in classic drapery with appropriate ornaments and national emblems. 

A life-like portrait of John Quincy Adams was made for the 
United States sloop of war bearing the name of that distinguished 
statesman, and busts and figures of Rousseau, Voltaire, and other 
Frenchmen and philosophers were carved by Rush for the vessels of 
Stephen Girard. Besides these, a head of Fingal, a full-length figure 
of William Penn and another of Benjamin Franklin, a figure of 
an Indian, orator, and a magnificent statue of Montezuma in full Aztec 
costume, were good illustrations of Rush’s artistic skill in repro- 
ducing the peculiar facial and other characteristics of different races, as 
well as of his creative genius in purely imaginary subjects. 

From the first the young American sculptor looked upon ship- 
carving as secondary to his other work, and thus when the opportunity 
offered he produced some excellent statues. ‘^Winter,” represented by 


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a child shrinking from the cold, won well-merited admiration and 
praise. So did his figures of Exaltation’’ and “ Praise,” two cher- 
ubim encircled by glory, which he sculptured for old St. Paul’s 
Church, Third Street below Walnut, Philadelphia, as ornaments for 
the organ. A graceful figure of a nymph with a swan, representing 
the tradition of Leda and the 
Swan, has for many years stood 
in Fairmount Park upon a rocky 
perch opposite the Water- Works. 

This figure was executed by Push 
in 1809. From the throat of the 
bird issues a jet of water, and 
smaller jets spring up from the 
foot of the figure. Push’s model 
for this figure was the beautiful 
Miss Nancy Vanuxem, daughter 
of James Vanuxem, a well- 
known merchant of the Quaker 
City. Miss Vanuxem was after- 
wards married to Nathan Smith, 
and died in 1874 at an advanced 
age. To the tastes of the present 
generation this figure seems un- 
usually artistic and chaste in de- 
sign, but when it was first erected 
it was not appreciated, and was 
even denounced as immodest. 

Two reclining figures crown- 
ing the wheel-house of the Wa- 
ter^Works at Fairmount Park 
were also designed and executed 
by Push. The male figure rep- 
resents the Schuylkill Piver in 
its improved state, controlled by 
locks and dams ; beside the figure 
of bearded Old Age is an eagle 
with wide-spread wings, appar- 
ently about to take flight and abandon the artificial innovations of civili- 
zation. The female figure pictures the Schuylkill in chains. These 
fine figures were made especially for the Water-Works, and placed in 
position about 1825. The figures of Justice and Wisdom to be seen 
to-day in the reception-room adjoining the wheel-house*of the Water- 
Works were executed by the same artist for decorating the triumphal 
arch which was erected in front of the State-House on the occasion of 
Lafayette’s visit to Philadelphia in 1824. 

On the grounds of the Edwin Forrest Home for Aged Actors in 
the suburbs of Philadelphia, two fine female figures, heroic in size, rep- 
resenting Comedy and Tragedy, are to be seen. These figures were 
carved by Push during the early part of this century, and adorned for 
many years the old Chestnut Street Theatre. Some of Mr. Push’s 




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best figures have, unfortunately, been destroyed by fire, among them a 
fine recumbent figure of Agriculture, which adorned the entrance to 
the old Market Street Bridge. The Crucifixion,^' a piece of life-size 
carving which was regarded by the master as his chef -d^ oeuvre j was 
destroyed by fire in St. Augustine's Church during the riots which 
devastated Philadelphia in 1844. Persons who remember this figure 
say that in beauty, force, and accuracy of execution it could not have 
been surpassed. But the most famous of all statues made by Bush 
was his full-length Washington. This figure was first placed on 
exhibition at the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts in May, 1815. 
At once it attracted great attention ; indeed, this one piece of work 
would have sufficed to establish permanently the reputation of the 
sculptor had he lived to-day. In modelling the figure Rush was aided 
by his own personal recollections of the great general, and by a study 
of the portraits of Stuart, Pine, Peale, and also of that admirably exe- 
cuted bust by the French sculptor Houdon. Rush’s statue of Wash- 
ington was first placed in a conspicuous position in Independence Hall 
upon the occasion of the reception of Lafayette in 1824, and it was then 
highly praised by Washington's faithful friend and ally. From that time 
to this the statue has remained within the hallowed precincts of the old 
State-House. During Lafayette's visit to Philadelphia he one day took 
breakfast with Rush and presented him with a copy of a fine full-length 
engraving of himself which had then but recently been published. 
Rush invited Lafayette to a meal that he might show the distinguished 
Frenchman a plaster bust of him which he had executed from memory. 
Lafayette expressed himself as pleased with this work, and remarked 
that the likeness was excellent. This bust is still in existence, belong- 
ing to Mr. Rush's grandson. Dr. William Dunton, of Philadelphia. 

A model in clay was made by this sculptor of the features of 
Samuel Morris, Jr. This artistic piece of work is now owned by the 
celebrated Fish-House Club, or, as it is generally known, the State in 
Schuylkill Fishing Company, of Philadelphia. Rush also executed a 
bust of himself carved out of a block of pine, which is remarkable for 
its originality and character and entitled to a prominent place in the 
records of American sculpture. This bust is now owned by the Penn- 
sylvania Academy of Fine Arts. 

Mr. Rush's studio was a two-story frame building, No. 172 North 
Front Street, Philadelphia. Unfortunately, this old house was de- 
stroyed by fire some years ago. Mr. Abraham Ritter, in his Mer- 
chants of Philadelphia," in speaking about Mr. Rush’s workshop, 
says, “There was a large log under the front window, upon which we 
little boys on 6ur way to school climbed and peeked under his window, 
wondering at the transformation of unwrought timber into the form 
and appearance of human beings. Mr. Rush was rather below middle 
height, but well formed, genteel in appearance, and very intelligent in 
countenance. He died at the age of seventy-six, on the 17th of Janu- 
ary, 1833, and is buried in Woodlands Cemetery." His portrait was 
painted by Peale, and hung for many years in Peale's Museum : it is 
now on exhibition in Independence Hall. 

It is worthy of special notice that when Rush began to model in 



structed can accomplish. It was not until 1805, long after Copley, 
West, Malbone, Allston, and Stuart had demonstrated our capacity for 
pictorial art, that Hiram Powers was born. The same year Horatio 
Gfeenough first saw the light of day. In the remote wilds of Ken- 
tucky Hart was brought into this world in 1810, and Clevenger, Craw- 
ford, and Mills followed in 1812, 1813, and 1815. Thus we see that 
without hereditary genius or predecessors from whom to copy. Rush 
achieved his artistic results, and succeeded in winning for himself a 
European renown which made him the equal of some of the leading 
foreign carvers and sculptors of his age, and at the same time well 
earned the title of the Father of American Sculpture. 

E. Leslie Gilliams. 


A PHILADELPHIA SCULPTOR. 253 

clay, not one of the artists who have given celebrity to our native 
sculpture had seen the light of day. Frazer was not born until 1790, 
nor Ezekiel Augur, of New Haven, until 1791. The latter was origi- 
nally in the grocery trade, but, failing in that, took up modelling and 
wood-carving without any guide except his natural instincts; but, like 
the majority of our early sculptors, with the exception of Rush, his 
efforts are interesting only as evidence of what talent entirely unin- 


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THE SUPERMUNDANE IN FICTION 

O NE feels like lingering for a moment over the parallel repeatedly drawn on 
both sides of the Atlantic between E,. L. Etevenson in his supernatural 
vein, and Nathaniel Hawthorne, Brockden Brown, and Edgar Poe. It is well to 
distinguish a little more clearly between the various methods of these writers. 
Brown tells wonder-tales whose marvels merely await explanation to cease to 
be miraculous. This he supplies in a business-like manner. For example, one 
whole series of seemingly diabolic visitations and communications is shown to 
be merely the result of ventriloquism with certain impressive accompaniments. 
This is obviously the easiest and crudest way of dealing with terrifying and 
awe-inspiring topics, — unless we except bald child-like hobgoblin narrative, 
such as was popular in the Middle Ages. Lord Lytton and other rather 
mechanical composers are given to using it as well as Brown. 

Poe does not explain. Except where he deals in allegory, as in “ William 
Wilson,” or in perfectly credible physical or psychological phenomena, he 
bends his wizard-like energies to tempting you a little farther into the region 
of the seemingly impossible than he is willing to go avowedly, or weaves a 
spell of subtle association, rich word-music and gorgeous dreamy background, 
which makes you doubt where to find the limits of credence. One of his 
favorite tricks is to insist that the magical or mystical interpretation or experi- 
ence which he wishes you to credit cannot be real ; so that his negative empha- 
sis drives you by way of contradiction much farther toward the predetermined 
goal than any amount of luring could have brought you. 

Hawthorne does not set out on any such necromantic mission. There is no 
savor of the charlatan about him. Dealing with topics of that shadow-land 
which lies between what we all know and what we all,* at least sometimes, feel 
possibly might be, he is careful to set before you the two paths with perfect 
or admirably simulated neutrality. If you go further in the direction of the 
occult, it is on your own responsibility. He does not argue his mysteries away 
into prosaic materialism, like Brown ; nor does he tempt you to wild ventures, 
like Poe, with a dare and witch-woven glamour. A strain of undeniable scien- 
tific insight, often of astonishing scientific foresight, — very different from Poe’s 
humbugging erudition, — runs through much of his work. Nearly all the events 
which make up his marvellous romances may really have happened. The 
supernaturalism is not so much in them as in the subtle unearthly haze through 
which they loom. 

Stevenson in “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” — for the “Treasure Island” is 
rather a study of extravagant human wickedness and picturesque adventure 
than anything above or below them, and the “ New Arabian Nights” tales are 
avowedly mere fancy play, though at times rather Shelley-like in brilliancy— has 
given us his only sally as yet into the field I have been considering. In Jekyll 
and Hyde he has reverted to something like the earlier methods. Like, yet not 
quite the same ; for he not only, like Brown, explains his horror, but explains 
it impossibly, which Brown never did. Again, he borrows from Hawthorne a 
moral element, but he gives it a grotesque embodiment and a dramatic action 
which are not at all Hawthorne-like. Finally, he takes sides distinctly. Thus 
his treatment may fairly be termed composite, yet so composed as to be markedly 


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individual, like everything else which we owe to his versatile genius and deft- 
ness of touch. Even the central conception is novel. The idea of a dual or 
multiple personality in one man is old enough — being found, for example, in 
such diverse sources as “ William Wilson” and “ Dynamic Sociology.” Spenser, 
too, wrote long ago, “ Soul is form, and doth the body make.” But the com- 
bination of these two old conceptions in another one — grotesquely impossible 
but very effectively handled — may fairly be claimed by Stevenson. 

W. H. Babcock. 


MEN OF THE DAY., 

S IR ARTHUR SULLIVAN is a short-necked, thick-set, beetle-browed man, 
with curly black hair, moustaches, and side whiskers, and is somewhat stilted 
as to manner. He is one-and-fifty years of age, and has been composing during 
five-and-thirty of them. In his song-writing, which is extensive, his popularity 
has been greater perhaps than that of any other English composer. In addition 
to his ballads, he has composed some of the best known of modern hymns. 
His oratorios, too, have been uniformly successful ; but he is perhaps best 
known to fame as the joint author with Gilbert of that long line of comic 
operas out of which they made about four hundred and fifty thousand dollars 
apiece. His enemies say that he is rarely civil to anybody who has not a handle 
to his name, yet withal he is not utterly destitute of humor, and he can tell a 
good story on occasion. He has hitherto failed to marry, but he has been 
decorated with degrees and orders innumerable. He was improved into a 
knight some ten years since, and, having amassed a comfortable competence, 
passes a pleasant life and is tolerably popular. 

General Porfirio Diaz, who is serving his fourth term as President of 
Mexico, is a tall-built, Indian-eyed, profoundly determined-looking man, of 
portly frame and sallow complexion, with closely-cropped blue-black hair and 
drooping moustache that is tinged with gray, and is never seen without a smile on 
his face. He looks younger than his years, which are three-and-sixty. He is 
a hard worker, and has a hobby for collecting fire-arms of all ages and nations. 
He is a practical mechanic, having constructed all the furniture in his bedroom 
with implements of his own make, and he has recently invented and patented 
many implements, including a new-fangled corkscrew. He has been twice mar- 
ried, his present wife being the beautiful daughter of his Secretary of the In- 
terior, and, though not so rich by many figures as is reported, has amassed a 
considerable fortune during his three terms of office. He is an ambitious man, 
of iron will, and likes to play the dictator,— a role in which he has hitherto 
achieved remarkable success. 

Sir John Everett Millais, the famous painter, is a tall, broad-shouldered, 
curly-haired man, with a ruddy face clean shaven as to lip and chin, framed in 
silvern side-whiskers of the mutton-chop pattern, and has the bluffiest of un- 
sesthetic manners. He has been on exhibition for three-and-sixty years. He 
is one of the few infant prodigies who have achieved something in after-life. 
As a child of five, when staying with his mother in Brittany, his rough sketches 
of the French garrison at Dinan were pronounced marvellous, and when he 


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MEN OF THE DAY. 


gained his first medal of the Society of Arts he was scarcely more than a boy. 
Before he was of age he had carried off all possible honors from the Royal 
Academy Schools. He became the youngest associate of the Academy at 
the age of twenty-four, and the youngest Academician on record at the age 
of twenty-six. His first attempt at portrait-painting was a picture of Charles 
Reade. Ruskin, whose opinion he asked as to its merits, said that it was not a 
failure but a fiasco, and in his anger kicked a hole through it, which by the way 
is still to be seen. Millais revenged himself by marrying Ruskin’s divorced 
wife. This was in 1855. Fame came as the result of painting her portrait, 
which was exhibited in the same year. Since then he believes, but is not sure, 
that he has painted some hundred and thirty-odd pictures. He once did por- 
traits for fifteen dollars each, but he now asks something like fifteen thousand 
dollars for one, and he gets what he asks. His more famous pictures are famil- 
iar to every one. He is perhaps chiefly distinguished for his exquisite delinea- 
tion of child faces. As is well known, he was one of the founders of the “ Pre- 
Raphaelite” movement. His house is accounted one of the glories of London, 
yet withal he prefers working out of doors to his studio, and is never quite so 
happy as when sketching from nature in Scotland. Seated beside some wim- 
pling burn with an old pipe in his mouth, he will work all day long without eating. 
He long ago learned the art of painting in the rain, and a well-known American 
artist who painted with him for two seasons says that they sat in their wet 
clothes, drenched to the skin by the thick Scotch mist, day after day, wholly 
engrossed in reproducing the greens and browns of mosses and the grays and 
reds of trees. Sir John was baronetted somewhat tardily eight years since by 
Mr. Gladstone, his portrait of whom is by many considered his finest effort. 
He is an enthusiastic angler. 

# 

Philip D. Armour is a short-set, broad-built, prosperous-looking man, with 
a ruddy open face, darkly side-whiskered. He is severely self-made. Six-and- 
forty years ago he drove a mule-team across the plains of California, and in- 
vested what little capital he had in the grain business in Milwaukee. Then he 
bought an interest in a pork-packing establishment, and to-day his fortune is 
estimated at something like fifty million dollars. He is now perhaps the most 
conspicuous of all Chicago’s multi-millionaires, and is growing richer every 
day ; yet withal he is as modest as the proverbial school-boy ever was, and is one 
of the plainest and most quiet-going of men both as to manner and mode of life. 
Of late ill health has obliged him to restrict his diet to bread and milk. This 
would be a sad affliction to some rich men, but Mr. Armour has never cultivated 
his palate to an appreciation of ortolans and truffles, and he likes a baked 
apple for breakfast as much as Beecher or Jay Gould used to. His recent gift of 
a million and a half of dollars to the University of Chicago brought him into 
prominence as a practical philanthropist. “ He is the hardest man to go against 
in a grain or provision deal that I know of,” said a friend of his recently, 
“but in an emergency where ‘money talks’ he will cough up a cool million as 
indifferently as another man would order a chop in a restaurant.” Withal he 
is at his desk daily, summer and winter alike, before the clock strikes seven, and 
he habitually wears a red, red rose in his button-hole. 

M. Crofton. 


BOOKS OF THE MONTH. 


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The Hoyden. By 
Mrs. Hungerford 
(The Duchess). 

While one lounges below the leaves or drifts by the shore, such a book — not too 
deep in meaning nor too diflScult in style — is as necessary as the light and breeze, 
and the present issue in LippincotVs Select Novels is so full of both these that 
it will be especially in request by the sex which makes the summer its own. 

Mrs. Hungerford, known the world round as The Duchess, has never put 
forth a more stirring bit of fiction than The Hoyden. It is the contagious 
kind of book which compels a reading, and the people who move through it 
are the high-class English dames and men whom all of us like to know about, 
if only to indulge in a gentle smile at the contrast between ourselves and them. 
The story tells of the rise, the decline, and the final triumph of the love-affairs 
of Tita Bolton, the Hoyden, who, being an heiress of the tradesman order of 
life, becomes essential to the fortunes of Lady Rylton, whose family estates are 
badly involved. This gentlewoman invites Tita to her country-seat, — the whole 
summery episode takes place amid tennis-courts and country dances, — and suc- 
ceeds in forming a match between her and her son Sir Maurice, who is already 
deeply in love with his handsome widowed cousin, Mrs. Bethune. What arises 
from this situation, how Tita passes through two courtships from the same 
lover, and finally outwits the beautiful widow, must be left for an afternoon’s 
development when the reader’s mind needs a lazy pleasure. 

There is a sort of books, always welcome, widely read. 
The Ghost World, perennially delightful, in which some scholarly author 
Dyer* ^ filters for us the fine essence of his reading, and makes a 

brand-new work out of myriad old ones, knowing, with a 
fine sense of taste, just what to keep and what to cast away. This saves the 
hurried reader, who has not time, nor perhaps the talent, to be a specialist in 
many branches, from a wearying duplication and from gathering a houseful 
of books; and, better than all, it gives a concise view of the subject up to date. 

Such is this admirable volume from the pen of T. F. Thiselton Dyer, 
entitled The Ghost World, which has just come forth through the J. B. Lip- 
pincott Co. in a substantial dress and appropriately clear type. Mr. Dyer is an 
English folk-lorist who has, with great industry, covered the whole field of 
that fascinating pursuit as it applies to the soul and apparitions, and in the 
present volume, as well as in his previous Church-Lore Gleanings, he shows the 
skill and discrimination of an intelligent enthusiast. He has drawn extensively, 
as was necessary, from such older works as Glanvil and Aubrey ; from Tylor, 
and Dorman, and Sir Walter Scott; but so thoroughly in touch is he with what 
is being written in his own time, that many of his most pleasing instances are 
taken from American writers, such as Whittier and Dr. Daniel G. Brinton, 
whose Myths of the New World is a source of much that is novel in this very 
full book. 

VoL. LIL— 17 


BOOKS OF THE MONTH. 

A summer novel should have quick movement, plenty of 
sloping lawns and latticed arbors, a plot that never flags, 
and men and women who, under the spell of the summer 
air, make day-and-night-long oblation to the winged god. 


258 


BOOKS OF THE MONTH. 


The chapters are devoted to every aspect of the subject, and their titles 
alone will give the reader a sufficiently comprehensive idea of the contents. 
Some of these are : The Soul’s Exit at Death, The Nature of the Soul, The 
Unburied Dead, Why Ghosts Wander, Ghosts of the Murdered, Phantom 
Birds, Animal Ghosts, Phantom Lights, The Headless Ghost, Phantom Butter- 
flies, Second-Sight, Compacts between the Living and Dead, The Banshee, 
Haunted Houses, Phantom Music, and Phantom Sounds. 

Romeo and Juliet done into modern fiction and made real 
John strang'e'wS^ every-day life by a skilful pen, is Aunt Johnnie by John 
ter. Strange Winter. The reviewer has often wondered why 

novelists in search of a plot did not take up some old story 
at the finish and carry it on with new people and in a new day, as Thackeray 
did with Ivanhoe in Rebecca and Rowena. And here, in a slightly different vein, 
is a brave attempt to make a modern tale out of the very elements of a famous 
old one. It has succeeded beyoud expectation in being as readable a story of 
contemporary English life as this cleverest of genre artists in fiction has yet pro- 
duced ; and, more than this, there is really lasting character in Captain Bannis- 
ter and his Meg, in the Capulets and Montagues ; Mr. Bannister and Mr. Stoner, 
and above all in Aunt Johnnie Durham, who has no counterpart in the great 
play and who is therefore all Mrs. Stannard’s own. 

Captain Jack falls in love before he asks questions, and hence he finds his 
sweetheart to be the daughter of his father’s arch-enemy. To placate this 
father, who sets his face against the marriage. Aunt Johnnie invents the neatest 
of social devices, which works to a charm. Then Mr. Stoner has also to be 
dealt with; but just how it all comes out must not be revealed; yet that it 
comes out happily and naturally will be a source of pleasure to every one who 
picks up Aunt Johnnie^ latest of the diverting LippincoWs Select Novels. 


A Medical Hand- 
book: for the Use 
of Practitioners 
and Students. By 
R. S. Aitchison. 
With Illustrations. 


A very simple, serviceable, and complete handbook for the 
use of medical practitioners and students is this prepared 
by R. S. Aitchison, M.B., C.M., F.R.C.P.E., late Medical 
Officer of the Royal Infirmary, Edinburgh, which, with its 
numerous illustrations, its clear and carefully edited text, 
and its utilities of size and shape, forms a little library of 
medical knowledge all by itself. 

It is often necessary for young doctors, and even old ones, to have at hand 
a source of instant reference, and it is essential that it should be a standard. 
With this in view Mr. Aitchison has prepared an accurate, compendious, and 
exceedingly valuable Medical Handbook, filling the same want in medicine that 
is supplied in surgery by Caird and Cathcart’s well-known Surgical Handbook. 
The book is as condensed and practical as possible, and is arranged on a plan 
intelligible to doctors, which groups the various diseases together so that they 
can be referred to in the most direct manner. The classification of diseases, the 
author tells us, is entirely clinical, and has been framed for clinical purposes 
alone, while the whole arrangement of the volume has been made with a view 
to assisting the diagnosis by bringing allied affections closer to each other, and 
thus suggesting a comparison and exclusion of different diseases. 


CURRENT NOTES. 


259 



Royal Unfermented Bread 


As endorsed and recommended by 
the New=York Health Authorities. 

Royal Unfermented Bread is peptic, palatable, most 
healthful, and may be eaten warm and fresh with- 
out discomfort even by those of delicate digestion, 
which is not true of bread made in any other way. 


1 quart flour, i teaspoonful salt, half a teaspoonful 
sugar, 2 heaping teaspoonfuls Royal Baking Row 
der,* cold boiled potato about the size of large 
hen’s egg, and water. Sift together thoroughly flour, salt, 
sugar, and baking powder; rub in the potato; add sufficient 
water to mix smoothly and rapidly into a stiff batter, about as 
soft as for pound-cake ; about a pint of water to a quart of flour 
will be required — more or less, according to the brand and 
quality of the flour used. Do not make a stiff dough, like yeast 
bread. Pour the batter into a greased pan, by 8 inches, and 
4 inches deep, filling about half full. The loaf will rise to fill the 
pan when baked. Bake in very hot oven 45 minutes, placing 
paper over first 15 minutes' baking, to prevent crusting too soon 
on top. Bake immediately after mixing. Do not mix with milk. 

* Perfect success can be had only with the Royal Baking Powder, because 
it is the only powder in which the ingredients are prepared so as to give 
that continuous action necessary to raise the larger bread loaf. 


The best baking powder made is, as shown by 
analysis, the ‘‘Royal.” Its leavening strength has 
been found superior to other baking powders, and, 
as far as I know, it is the only powder which will 
raise large bread perfectly. 


260 


CURRENT NOTES. 


Japan’s Petroleum. — Although Japan is one of the oldest countries in 
the world, it has just begun to produce petroleum in large quantities. Two 
expert drillers of oil-wells in Pennsylvania have been in Japan for a year 
sinking wells for the Japanese government. Oddly enough, these wells are 
drilled under the waters of the Japan Sea, on the northern coast of the empire. 
For at least twelve hundred years the Japanese have known of the existence 
of petroleum along the shore, but the native wells were dug by hand, and the 
oil slowly filled the bottoms, when it was scooped up in buckets, a few gallons 
at a time. Now the Japanese government is talking of pipe lines and railroads 
for distributing the products of the wells which the Americans are digging. 
Labor is very cheap in Japan, and natives work for seven yen a month, and 
board themselves, a yen being about seventy-six cents. They are not organized, 
have no such things as labor unions, and strikes are unknown. They have no 
set time for a day’s work, which is practically during daylight, they frequently 
beginning work at the wells at four o’clock in the morning. In consequence, 
digging wells in Japan is not expensive. — Harper's Young People. 

What to do with the Baby. — “ The art of confusing one thing with 
another flourishes in every country in the world,” says The Argonaut. “ It was 
in Canada, for instance, that a newspaper advertisement of a nursing-bottle 
concluded as follows : ‘ When the baby is done drinking, it must be unscrewed 
and laid in a cool place under a tap. If the baby does not thrive on fresh milk, 
it should be boiled.’ ” 

An Attorney’s Speech. — A colored attorney practising in a court not a 
thousand miles from Kichmond, Va., animadverting strongly upon the testi- 
mony of an adverse witness, used the following somewhat remarkable language ; 

“ Gentermens ob de jury, yo dun heard all dat bal-haded conterband dun 
said. But, gentermens, he didn’ tell de trufe. Ef he had er ben swore lak he 
would er ben swore thirty yeahs ago, ef he had er ben tole that unless’n he tole 
de trufe his ears would er ben cut oflf smack up ter his hade, he would er tole 
de trufe. But stidder doin’ dat he kim heah an frejerdis dis jury gin de prisner 
at de bah, dat po’, ignunt, discomposed, and eluded man.” — The Green Bag. 

A Hard Subject. — The constitutional inability of some people to grow 
fat under the most favorable circumstances found an excellent example in the 
person of Mr. Ezra Sprawley, of Alderville. His wife’s comical distress over 
the fact at last found vent in a remark which has passed into a by- word in 
that New England town. 

“ I used t’ think,” said the good, energetic woman and admirable house- 
keeper in a pensive mood one day, “ I used to think that food, cooked proper 
an’ dealt out liberal, couldn’t help puttin’ some flesh on folks’s bones. 

“ An’ I c’nsidered, previous to weddin’ with Ezry, that ’twas owin’ to the 
fact that his sister Jane was a scant pervider that he looked so terrible peaked ; 
but I misjedged her — an’ him, that’s the truth. 

“ Why, jest look at him now,” said Mrs. Sprawley, dolefully, directing her 
visitor’s gaze to the figure of her gaunt spouse as he stood in the barn door- way ; 
“jest look at him, thin as a match. Why, my land !” — here she passed to the 
portion of her remark which became historical : 

“ I’ve fed three hearty meals a day, reg’lar, to that man, for up’ards of 
fifteen years, an’ he ain’t ever give the fust evidence of ’em.” — Youth's Companion. 


CURRENT NOTES. 


261 



WHY AUGUST IS 

So debilitating in its effect 
upon the system is not so much the 
heat as the humidity of the atmos- 
phere. The life-sustaining gases seem to be diluted, and 
hence that languid, ^^all gone,” exhausted feeling, so 
characteristic of this month. To vitalize the blood, 
sharpen the appetite, correct the liver and kidneys, expel 
scrofulous humors, and tone up the nerves, no other 
preparation equals AyGr’S Sarsaparilla. It goes right 
to the spot, and is just the kind you need. Taken 
during your vacation, at the seaside or in the country, 
it will prevent malaria, and cause a more speedy res- 
toration to sound and vigorous health. 


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best results. Their effect is to strengthen and regulate the organic functions, 
being especially beneficial in the various derangements of the stomach, liver, 
and bowels. They cure sick headache, biliousness, constipation, and dyspepsia. 
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262 


CURRENT NOTES. 


A Land for the Farmer. — “ The farms of Kansas were not made to 
order,” writes Ex-Senator Ingalls in Harper's. “ They waited for the plough. 
There were no forests to fell, no stumps to extract, no rocks to remove, no 
malaria to combat. These undulating fields are the floors of ancient seas. 
These limestone ledges underlying the prairies and cropping from the foreheads 
of the hills are the cemeteries of the marine insect life of the primeval world. 
This inexhaustible humus is the mould of the decaying herbage of unnum- 
bered centuries. It is only upon calcareous plains in temperate latitudes that 
agriculture is supreme, and the strong structure and the rich nourishment 
imparted essential to bulk, endurance, and speed in animals, to grace, beauty, 
and passion in women, and in man to stature, courage, health, and longevity. 
Here are valleys in which a furrow can be ploughed a hundred miles long, 
where all the labor of breaking, planting, cultivating, mowing, reaping, and 
harvesting is performed by horses, engines, and machinery, so that farming has 
become a sedentary occupation. The lister has supplanted the hoe ; the cradle, 
the scythe, and the sickle are as unknown to Western agriculture as the catapult 
and culverin to modern warfare. The well-sweep and windlass have been sup- 
planted by the windmills whose vivacious disks disturb the monotony of the 
sky. But for these labor-saving inventions the pioneers would still linger in 
the valleys of the Ohio and Sangamon, and the subjugation of the desert would 
have been indefinitely postponed.” 

English as She is Wrote. — “In the week immediately preceding her 
death, Elizabeth Fuidge, while suffering under the illness of which she died 
and in the immediate expectation of death who was then staying at Weston-super- 
Mare for her healthy told Mary Fisher to take the keys of the dressing case and 
box and to keep the same.” 

A Pennsylvania testator recently provided that an interest in land devised 
to his daughter should, in case of her death without issue, be “ reversible to my 
right consanguinary heirs.” — General Digest. 

Exclusive Communities.— The number of ants dwelling together in a 
community, according to Sir John Lubbock, is sometimes as great as five hun- 
dred thousand. They are always friendly towards each other, no quarrel ever 
having been observed between two ants members of the same community. 
They are, however, very exclusive, and regard an immigrant with horror. 
When an ant of the same species belonging to another nest appears among 
them, he is promptly taken by the leg or antenna and put out. It would 
naturally be surmised that this distinction was made by means of some com- 
munication. To test whether they could recognize each other without signs, 
attempts were made to render them insensible, first by chloroform and after- 
wards by whiskey. “None of the ants would voluntarily degrade themselves 
by getting drunk.” Finally, fifty ants were taken, twenty-five from one com- 
munity and twenty-five from another, and dipped into whiskey until intoxi- 
cated. They were then appropriately marked with a spot of paint and placed 
on a table where the ants from one nest were feeding. The sober ones noticed 
the drunkards and seemed much perplexed. At length they took the inter- 
lopers to the edge of the moat surrounding the table and dropped each one into 
the water. Their comrades, however, they carried home and placed in the nest, 
where they slept off the effects of the liquor. — Popular Science Monthly. 


CURRENT NOTES. 


263 



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264 


CURRENT NOTES. 


A Big Gun. — One of the most interesting exhibits at the Chicago Exposi- 
tion is a cannon made at the famous Krupp Works in Germany. It is forty- 
seven feet long, has a sixteen-and-one-half-inch bore, is five feet through at 
its largest part, and fires a shell weighing two thousand two hundred pounds. 
This cannon is a very different affair from the guns with which all the battles 
the world ever saw were fought. It is intended for forts, and could not be used 
anywhere else, as the discharge of such a gun would ruin a man-of-war, and 
would be about as useless a piece* of artillery as ever played havoc with its 
friends on a battle-field. It is handled by machinery, and the derrick-like 
shears with which it is moved about like a pistol in the hands of a cowboy is 
one hundred feet tall. 

A Precarious Existence. — He. — ^‘No, the boss doesn’t pay me more 
than I’m worth.” 

She. — “ How in the world do you manage to live on it ?” — Life. 

The Boston Advertiser learns that a French photographer lately invented 
a process by which a bit of ordinary paper — the leaf of a book, for example — 
can be made sensitive to the light without affecting the rest of the page. Acting 
on this hint, the French War Minister has begun to take the portraits of con- 
scripts and recruits on the paper which gives their height, complexion, age, 
etc. ; and the cheapness and swiftness of the operation, which is already in use 
in the French army, is something remarkable. It costs only one cent to get 
two copies of a portrait of Jacques Bonhomme, — one for his individual register 
and the other for his muster-roll, — and so rapid is the process that in a few 
hours a whole regiment can be so photographed. The soldiers file along one 
by one, and each sits for three seconds in the photographic chair, and the thing 
is done. They even mark the man’s regimental number on his breast with 
chalk, and thus get a complete identification of him in case of desertion or 
death, or when a discharged soldier presents his claim for pay or a pension. If 
such a system had been in use during our civil war the Pension Bureau would 
not now be paying out so many thousand dollars a quarter to deserters, bounty- 
jumpers, and other sham heroes of the Union army. 

Interesting. — Mrs. Peachblow. — “ Who is that dreadful man my daughter 
is talking to?” 

Mrs. Seteway (angrily). — “ Why, that is my son !” 

Mrs. Peachblow (in confusion). — “ Oh, I beg a thousand pardons. I thought 
it was your husband.” — Truth. 

A Fine Bequest. — The following very whimsical bequest is taken from 
a Scotch newspaper. Some years ago an English gentleman bequeathed to his 
two daughters their weight in one-pound bank-notes. A finer pair of paper- 
weights was never heard of, for the oldest got £51,200, and the younger £57,344. 

Quick Tact. — Regnier, the French actor, had once to call out to a fellow- 
actor, who was expected to enter from the right wing, “ Ha, ha — there you are !” 
For some unaccountable reason, however, the actor came on the stage on the 
left side, and Regnier, without being in the least disconcerted, gave his call, 
and added, with a smile, “ I saw you in the looking-glass.” — The Wasp. 


CURRENT NOTES, 


265 


URN OVEFL 

INTf&UR niND 

How many articles of food re- 
quire lard in their preparation. 

Then think for a moment of all 
the repellent properties of hog 
fat, and of its general un- 
wholesomeness as an article of 
diet. How many times have you 
declined a tempting looking dish 
with the remark ‘ ‘ It looks nice, 
but I’m afraid to try it,” simply 
because you knew it was reeking 
with lard, and because from sad 
experience you have learned that 
lard is not a good thing to put 
into your stomach. We are all 
fond of pie, however, and human nature has a very decided weakness for 
food that is fried — oysters, potatoes, doughnuts, and cakes (there are 
some who will even fry a beefsteak). This being the case, why not have 
your pastry and fried food wholesome and digestible ? When you could 
get nothing better than lard, or the so called “cooking butter,” which 
is quite as bad, you had some excuse for using these articles. Now that 
a perfect substitute is offered there is no reason why they should ever be 
brought into your kitchen. 

The substitute is Cottoi<bnb, a pure sweet vegetable oil, in combina- 
tion with the choicest beef suet. It is wholesome and digestible and never 
fails to give satisfaction both for shortening and frying purposes. Its 
popularity is a matter of history, and its introduction into a home means 
better food and better health. Will you try it in yours ? 






Sold in three and five pound pails. Made only by 

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266 


CURRENT NOTES. 


A Proper Disinfectant for Household Use. — It is, at least, always 
wise to be on the safe side, if that side can be gained, and in no instance is this 
of more concern than the health of the family. 

Proper disinfectants, properly used at frequent periods, certainly do tend to 
prevent many diseases, and the expense attending their frequent use is so trivial 
that it would seem as if in every well-managed household their use would be 
second to nothing but soap. 

Chemical science has proven that the best disinfectants and germ-destroyers 
are entirely odorless, and the popular preparation known as Platt’s Chlorides is 
the best exponent of this class. This solution has for many years commanded 
the praise of thousands of physicians and of hundreds of thousands of care- 
ful housekeepers, and its cheapness and freedom from every objectionable 
feature commend its use to every one. 

Refined Tastes. — A rather pointed story is told of Senator Blackburn, 
of Kentucky, and the late Senator Beck, which we give without varnish. 

Upon one occasion it was necessary to test some old Bourbon whiskey 
before shipping the Simon Pure to a fastidious customer. The anxious dealer 
bethought him of these two great men, who were universally admitted to be 
connoisseurs in the article, and begged their indulgence in the matter of tasting 
the liquor. Blackburn swallowed a sip, smacked his lips, looked a little bit 
critical, tried it again, and then said, “It is fair, — very fair, — but,” again 
smacking his lips, “ it seems to me I taste iron in it.” The dealer looked dis- 
couraged. 

Beck went through the same process of tasting and trying, at last exclaim- 
ing, “ That’s good, — very good, — but I think I detect a taste of leather.” 

The dealer’s face fell. But, feeling sure he had a superior article, he inves- 
tigated. After diligent search, he found a carpet-tack with a leather cap in the 
bottom of the cask. — Harper'’ s Magazine. 


The Eternal Question. — “This day’s gone: where’s it gone to?” asked 
four-year-old Johnnie one night. “ Into eternity,” said mamma. “ Yes,” con- 
tinued Johnnie, thoughtfully, “ but what’s behind it ?” — Good Form. 


How A Cold Affected Him. — A little boy caught a very severe cold 
while his mamma was out of the city, and on her return rushed up to her, and, 
throwing his arms around her, cried, “ Oh, mamma, both of my eyes is rainin’ 
and one of my noses won’t go .” — DemoresVs Magazine. 


“ Somebody has written a story,” says The Wci^, “ called ‘ The Little Toe 
of the Right Foot,’ in evident imitation of Ambrose Bierce’s story of a similar 
name. All of the other toes will now undoubtedly follow.” 


A Model for Cupid.— “ Well,” said the artist, sharply, to the tramp who 
had entered, “ what do you want here? Hurry with what you have to say.” 

“ Sir,” replied the tramp, with inborn dignity, “ I did not come here to be 
insulted. I merely thought to step in and inquire if you had any model for 
your valentine Cupid. If not, I desire to apply for the position.” 


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Lost his Position. 

it really happened to a certain 
er’s clerk, because he couldn’t induce 
customers to take an inferior brand 
of washing powder in place of 
Pearline. The grocer said, “If 
you can’t sell what I want you to 
I don’t want you.” 

Now it doesn’t take a 
very wise woman to decide 
whether this was an honest 
grocer. And a woman wise 
enough for that, would be 
likely to insist upon having nothing but Pearline. There is 
nothing “as good as” or “the same as ” Pearline, the origi- 
nal — in fact, the only — washing-compound. If they send you 
something else, send it back. • 399 James pyle, New York. 





Another Perplexed Philosopher. — “As I have already argued, the 
practice of that which is ethically best — what we call goodness or virtue — in- 
volves a course of conduct which, in all respects, is opposed to that which leads 
'to success in the cosmic struggle for existence.” — Professor Huxley, Oxford. 

As nearly as can be ascertained, there were in force on January 1, 1893, 
1,406,000 policies of life insurance, representing, approximately, 1,127,500 in- 
isured lives, in this country. 

The total amount of insurance under these policies was upwards of three 
thousand nine hundred and twenty millions of dollars. 

This vast sum is secured by annual premiums exceeding $225,000,000 and 
by well-invested assets amounting to more than nine hundred millions of 
dollars.* 

Here is a something the motive to which may be enlightened selfishness, 
but which is so far ethical that no individual seeks any good for himself which 
he has not planned to confer upon others under like circumstances. The in- 
dividual contribution is exactly proportioned to the individual risk considered 
in relation to the sum insured. 

This is a superb scheme, bewildering in its immensity, theoretically perfect, 
administered conscientiously, producing results which have evoked the admira- 
tion and approval of the entire civilized world. 

Professor Huxley doesn’t seem to know it. He should be inventoried with 
that diminishing class which affects to believe there is no honor in business, no 
gain for some which is not a loss to others, no virtue, no sacrifice, no generosity, 
no provident thrift, — naught but debasing selfishness which secures “ cosmic 
success.” 

What a single life insurance company has done and is doing — its principles, 
methods, results — you may know by addressing the 

Penn Mutual Life, 921-3-5 Chestnut Street, 

Philadelphia, Pa. 

No obligation imposed. 

* These figures embrace only those of the legitimate companies, — the kind which knows 
that two and two make four, not five or nine as claimed in the legerdemain of Assessmentism. 


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CURRENT NOTES. 


The human family living on earth to-day, says an exchange, consists of 
about 1,450,000,000 souls, — not fewer, probably more. These are distributed 
literally all over the earth’s surface, there being no considerable spot on the 
globe where man has not found a foothold. In Asia, the so-called “ cradle of 
the human race,” there are now about 800,000,000 people, densely crowded, on 
an average of about one hundred and twenty to every square mile. In Europe 
there are 320,000,000, averaging one hundred to the square mile, not so crowded 
as Asia, but everywhere dense, and in many places overpopulated. In Africa 
there are, approximately, 210,000,000, and in the Americas — North, South, and 
Central — 110,000,000, these latter, of course, relatively thinly scattered over 
broad areas. On the islands, large and small, there are probably 10,000,000 
more. The extremes of the blacks and the whites are as five to three, the 
remaining 700,000,000 intermediate brown, yellow, and tawny in color. Of 
the entire race 500,000,000 are well clothed, — that is, they wear garments of 
some kind that will cover nakedness, — 250,000,000 habitually go naked, and 
700,000,000 only cover the middle parts of the body ; 500,000,000 live in houses, 
700,000,000 in huts and caves, the remaining 250,000,000 virtually having no 
place to lay their heads. 


Old Subscriber (to editor). — “Can you lend me five dollars?” 
Editor. — “ We cannot.” 

Old Subscriber. — “Paper not doin’ much, eh?” 

Editor. — “ Well, we’re boldin’ our own.” 


Not Interested in the War. — I was riding up through Arkansas with 
Price’s army. We were on our way back to Missouri. The Yankees had let us 
alone so long we thought maybe they had quit fighting or had forgotten us. We 
were getting anxious about it. Along towards night I met a man who lived 
up there in the mountains. He had been fishing, and had his string of fish 
with him. He was going home. I was pretty full of patriotism and notions 
about duty. You see, I had studied the relations of the states to the nation, 
and the relations of the states to the states, and the relations of the states to 
the territories, and the relations of the citizen to the states and to the nation. 
I thought I knew all about it. I said to this man away up in the mountains 
of Arkansas, — 

“ Why aren’t you in the army ?” 

“ What army ?” he asked. 

“ The Confederate army, of course,” said I. 

“ Oh, yes,” he said, “ I did hear something about such an army.” 

“ Yes,” said I, growing a little hot, “ I thought so. And why aren’t you 
out with it, fighting the battles of the country ?” 

“ What country?” he asked. 

“ This country,” I said. 

He looked all around him at the mountains, and then he said, 

“ Stranger, suppose you lived in this country, and owned all you wanted 
of it, and had all the use of it you wanted, and some other fellow was paying 
the taxes and the expense of keeping up the government, wouldn’t you think 
you was a derned fool to go to fightin’ about it with that other fellow ?”— aS?. 
Louis Globe- Democrat. 


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CURRENT NOTES. 


A French observer, named M. Cana, has been for some time past closely 
observing the actions of several common plants when the barometer indicated 
a change of weather. He found that if the heads of clover and other legumi- 
nous plants stand upright there will be rain. If the leaves of sorrel turn up, it 
is a sure sign of a storm, which is also foretold by the leaves of willow grass 
slowly turning up. The closing of the flowers of convolvulus indicates rain, 
which, as is so generally believed, may be said of the flowers of the pimpernel, 
and also the hibiscus flowers. When the flowers of sorrel open it is said to be 
a sure sign of fine weather, but if they close it will rain. If the flowers of the 
carline thistle close there will be a storm. The expanding flowers of cinquefoil 
suggest rain, but their closing means fine weather. The African marigold 
flowers close before rain ; while the scales of the teasel pressing close together 
pretty surely means rain. 

How She Kept her Word.— Do you remember that rich and romantic 
Miss Rocques, who used to say she would never allow a man’s poverty to prevent 
her marrying him ?” 

Yes, indeed, but I never thought she meant it.” 

“ She did, though. She’s going to marry a man who doesn’t own a dollar in 
the world, and is deeply in debt.” 

Is it possible ? Who is he ?” 

“ I don’t remember his name, — some sort of a broken-down earl her mother 
picked up in London .” — Detroit Tribune. 

The Rev. Robert F. Horton, of England, who delivered the Yale lectures 
on “ Preaching,” tells The Independent of London that while in this country 
he was surprised by “the enormous proportion of keenly intelligent men” in 
American church congregations. He found the domestic life of the United 
States more ideal than it is generally in England. “ Man and wife,” he says, 
“ are more truly comrades and partners in the business of life. The wife, in 
the case of ministers, is more distinctly admitted into her husband’s work and 
her husband’s thought, and the children are more taken into intimate friend- 
ship and live the life of the parents.” 

Feats of Swordsmanship. — Feats of swordsmanship, such as cutting 
through triangular bars of lead or carcasses of sheep, are performed with 
special weapons, and on this subject and that of sword-blows generally Mr. 
Henderson, the well-known professor of swordsmanship and for many years 
connected with Angelo’s school of arms, has some interesting facts to relate. 
Though no longer quite so young as he was, he is still active and hearty, and 
must have been in his prime a very powerful man, weighing one hundred and 
ninety pounds. He has in his time at one stroke cut through two sheep, one 
carcass inside the other, and in a similar manner through two and three-fourths 
inches of solid lead. 

A specially made cuirass, much thought of at the time by the Duke of 
Cambridge, when tested by the redoubtable Henderson was cut clean through. 
Steel plates— six to the inch — and ordinary pokers have been severed at one 
blow by the same strong arm. These exploits were all accomplished with a 
sword made for him by the old firm of Wilkinson. It is called “Excalibur,” 
and weighs but four pounds. It is perfectly plain, slightly curved, has a hilt 
something like a naval cutlass, and is tempered to perfection . — London Globe. 


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# Highest of all in leavening strength. 
^ Latest U. S. Gov't Food Report. 

In all receipts for cooking 
requiring a baking pow= 
der the ROYAL, because 
it is an absolutely pure 
cream of tartar powder 
and of 33 per cent, greater 
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other powders, will give 
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make the food lighter, 
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and more wholesome. 


I regard the Royal Baking Powder 
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Marion Harland. 

I have found Royal Baking Pow- 
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C. Gorju, 

Late Chef de Cuisine, Delmonico’s, N. Y. a 


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CURRENT NOTES. 


The New England Conservatory, of Boston, Massachusetts, stands 
deservedly at the head of American schools of musical training. During the 
lifetime of its founder. Dr. Touijee, it had already won the confidence and sup- 
port of the American people, and since his death the acceptance of the director- 
ship by the scholarly musician Mr. Carl Faelten has given the institution an 
impetus and standing second to none in this country. 

A careful investigation will quickly convince any one that nothing is left 
undone for the highest intellectual improvement of its pupils ; that the moral in- 
fluences thrown around them are far-reaching and in every way beneficial, and 
that the Conservatory is evidently no place for the lazy or frivolous. But to those 
who desire the highest attainment and are willing to devote the necessary amount 
of study and investigation, aided by minds of exceptional ability, this Conserva- 
tory offers inducements and privileges heretofore unattainable in America. 

In its well-appointed home reside nearly four hundred lady students. The 
advantage of living and taking all studies (no matter whether music, elocution, 
art, or languages) under one roof is of immense importance to the student. 

This advantage is accentuated by the fact that the home-life in this institu- 
tion is replete with comforts and safeguards. The management is of the best, 
and has gained the repeated endorsement of such people as Mrs. Mary A. Liver- 
more, Mrs. Joseph Cook, Mrs. Kate Gannett Wells, Dr. Philip S. Moxom, Dr. 
Edward Everett Hale, Dr. A. J. Gordon, and hosts of others of national reputa- 
tion. 

For calendar, giving full information, address Frank W. Hale, General 
Manager, Franklin Square, Boston, Massachusetts. 

According to a recent life of Georgiana, Lady de Bos, this famous lady 
was in part responsible for the breaking up of the historic ball at Brussels on 
the eve of Waterloo. The ball was given by her mother, and Lady de Bos 
asked the Duke of Wellington when he arrived, late in the evening, whether 
there was any truth in the rumors of an approaching battle. He answered, 
gravely, “Yes, they are true: we are off to-morrow.” This news was at once 
circulated, and then ensued the “ hurrying to and fro” that Bryon depicted so 
graphically. Many of the officers left the ball immediately, and those who 
remained fought in evening dress. 

Shooting the Bapids of the St. Lawrence on a Baft. — Into the 
seething mass we rush, the giant waves dashing up on all sides, like strange 
monsters crouching and springing to devour us. Our shanty leaps in the air. 
Writhing, straining, wrenching, creaking, the whole raft shudders in agony; 
the logs tremble and shriek in affright. 

Up spurts the water from the crevices, as though each log were a migbty 
porpoise. On every hand jut bare deadly rocks, ready to grind us to powder 
should the waters fail to destroy us. 

Our pilot is nearly wild. A few feet too much to one side or the other 
will cost us our lives. Once we run aground a flat rock, where we spin around 
like a top. But in some way we slide to one side, and are off again, but our 
position is reversed, the stern of our raft is foremost, rushing, leaping, sweep- 
ing along, till the last rock is passed, and we glide into calm water, and, with 
a sigh of relief, relax our grasp upon whatever happens to be near us, and 
drop back into the dolce far niente that characterized the beginning of our trip. 
— August Beers, in The Dominion Illustrated Monthly. 


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Recipes for August 


By 


Marion Harland, Miss Parloa, 
Mrs. Rorer, and Mrs, Lincoln. 


Breakfast Fruit Cake. — By Marion Harland . — 1 quart of flour, 2 cups of milk, 2 table- 
spoonfuls of butter, 1 tablespoonful of lard, ^ teaspoonful salt, 1 quart of strawberries, huckle- 
berries, blackberries, or raspberries, ^ cup of sugar, 2 teaspoonfuls of Cleveland’s baking powder. 
Sift flour, baking powder, and salt together, chop in the shortening, stir in the milk with a 
wooden spoon. The dough should be just stiff enough to handle. Roll into two sheets, line 
a baking pan with one, put in the berries, strew with sugar, lay on the other sheet, and bake. 
Cut into squares, split, and eat hot with sugar and butter. Use only Cleveland's baking powder. 

Luncheon Muf- 


It is a great thing to have a pure and 
wholesome baking powder, the ingredients of 
which are printed on each label, so that one 
may know what he is eating. Such is 
Cleveland’s Baking Powder, — it is ptire. 






SVJPEWO/? 


fins. — By Maria Par- 
loa. — For one dozen 
mufiins use one pint of 
flour, a generous half- 
pint of milk, two tea- 
spoonfuls of Cleveland’s 
Baking Powder, half a 
teaspoonful of salt, two 
tablespoonfuls of sugar, 
three tablespoonfuls of 
butter, and two eggs. 
Mix the dry ingredients 
together and rub through 
a sieve. Melt the butter. 
Beat the eggs till light, 
and add the milk to 
them. Add this mixture 
to the dry ingredients; 
then stir in the melted 
butter. Beat the batter 
vigorously for a few sec- 
onds, and then put in but- 
tered muffin -pans and 
bake for about twenty 
minutes in a quick oven. 
— (Copyright.) Use only 
Cleveland’s baking powder^ 

Plum Roll. -By 
Mrs. S. T. Rorer, 

Principal Philadelphia 
Cooking School. — Add 1 
teaspoon ful of Cleve- 
land's baking powder 
and ^ teaspoonful of salt 
to 1 pint of sifted flour. 
Sift again. Rub in 1 
tablespoonful of butter, 
add sufficient milk to 
make a soft dough. Roll 
out, sprinkle with 1 cup 
of chopped raisins and 
^ cup of chopped citron. 
Dust with cinnamon, roll 
up, and steam for 30 min- 
utes. Serve warm with 
hard sauce. Use only 
Cleveland's baking powder . 

Blueberry Muf- 
fins. — By Mrs. D. A. 

Lincoln, Author Boston 

Cook Book. — Pick over, wash and dry 1 pint blueberries ; sprinkle thickly with flour, to keep them 
from settling in the dough. Mix well 1 teaspoonful salt, 4 level teaspoonfuls Cleveland’s baking 
powder, and \ cup sugar, with 1 quart sifted flour. Rub in ^ cup butter. Moisten with about 1 j 
cups milk or enough to make a dough that will keep in shape 
when dropped from a spoon. Stir in the prepared blueberries, 
being careful not to mash them. Drop by the large spoonfuls 
on a well-buttered shallow pan, or in round muffin-pans. 

Bake about 20 minutes, and serve hot with but‘'^r if for 
breakfast or tea, or with cream if for luncheon. — (Copyright.) 



It is a great thing, when cake and biscuit 
are put into the right sort of an oven, to be 
always sure they will tome out just right. 

Such is the case every time if you use 
Cleveland’s Baking Powder, — it is sure, 

A quarter pound can mailed free on receipt of 15 cents in stamps. 
Cleveland Baking Powder Co., Si Fulton St., New York. 


400 Recipes 

FREE. 


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address 


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A Bird Story. — Some years ago my father had a pair of common white 
pigeons. They were very tame, and became very much attached to him, so 
much so that they were almost his constant companions, accompanying him in 
his walks or when out driving. They would answer his whistle like a dog, and 
would alight on his proffered hand or enter his pocket if opened for them. A 
sceptical friend thought they would show the same familiarity to any other 
person, and, to give them a fair trial, he procured a suit of clothes of the same 
color as that which my father wore. 

Arrayed in his disguise, our sceptical friend, imitating my father’s whistle 
as nearly as possible, whistled to the pigeons. Immediately they left their 
perch on the house-top and flew down to the hand held out to receive them, 
but when they came within a few yards of it they suddenly checked themselves, 
fluttered perplexedly for a few moments around our friend, and then flew back 
to the house-top. This was conclusive evidence. But a sad accident happened. 
One morning one of the pigeons was found upon the high-road dead, its body 
bearing marks of injury, but from what cause we never knew. We carried the 
dead body home and buried it in a sunny and quiet spot in the garden. For 
three days the surviving pigeon, with untiring energy, searched the country far 
and near for its mate, but in vain. It refused to touch food, and even the 
influence which my hither usually exercised over it was gone. On the’ third 
day we found it dead in the dove-cot, its little heart broken with grief by the 
loss of its lifelong companion. We buried it beside its mate. Since then my 
father has never kept pets . — London Spectator. 

The Basis of Colorado Wealth. — The Denver smelteries treated four 
and a quarter millions of pounds of Colorado copper, one hundred thousand 
tons of Colorado lead, twelve million ounces of silver, and one hundred and 
twenty thousand ounces of gold. The total value of all this was fifteen and 
three-quarter millions of dollars; but much of the Colorado ore is of the free- 
milling variety not treated at the smelteries; and, besides, there are other 
smelteries at Pueblo, Rico, Leadville, and Durango. The total revenue from 
mining in 1891 was thirty-three and a half millions of dollars. And yet the 
Denver Chamber of Commerce estimates the income from agriculture at forty 
millions, derived from the cultivation of two millions of acres of land. If the 
value of the live-stock were added as a farm-product, the sum wmuld be 
increased by at least fifteen million dollars. A wonderful showing for so new 
a State.— Julian Ralph, in Harper's Magazine. 

All One to Cabby. — It must be trying to a great personage to have his 
claims to distinction all unknown; but, however trying the situation, he had 
best be cautious about attempting to set it right. A Scottish gentleman learned 
this by experience. 

He had a dispute with a London cabman over an eighteenpenny fare. He 
had offered a shilling only, and the cabman had remonstrated with him. 

Drawing himself up with dignity, he said,— 

“Eh, mon, but I think ye dinna ken whom ye’re speaking to I I’m the 
Macintosh !” 

The cockney was not properly impressed : he retorted sharply,— 

I don t care if you’re the Humberella: I mean to have that sixpence I”— 
Youth's Companion, 


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275 



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CURRENT NOTES. 


Pietro Mascagni, the author of the “ Cavalleria Rusticana/’ was born 
the 7th of December, 1863, at Leghorn, as it is generally said. His family 
belonged to the humbler class. One of his companions who grew up with him 
at Leghorn says he was a happy, good-natured sort of a boy, but careless and 
with very little persistence at anything except music. 

Here is an outline of the way in which his first opera, the “Cavalleria 
Rusticana,” came to be written. In July of 1888 Edoardo Souzogno, one of 
the leading music publishers at Milan, publicly invited all young Italian com- 
posers who had not yet had an opera represented on the stage to compete for 
two prizes of three and tw’o thousand lire. They were to write an opera in one 
act, with one or two scenes as they might choose, and upon any subject, grave 
or gay. A jury of five men, well known either as composers or critics, was 
named, which was to select of all the operas offered the three best. These 
three, it was promised, should be produced at one of the leading theatres of 
Rome at the expense of the publisher wdio made the offer, and after they had 
been so presented the jury should finally make their award and assign the 
prizes to the two best works. 

They were all given at the Costanzi Theatre, Rome, in May, 1890, and 
although Spinelli’s “Labilia’^ and Ferroni’s “ Rudello” were both considered 
works of merit and as giving much promise, the “ Cavalleria Rusticana” was 
not only unhesitatingly declared by every one the best of the three, but it pro- 
duced a great sensation. The commission met again and unanimously assigned 
the prize of three thousand lire to Mascagni, giving the second prize by a 
divided vote to Spinelli . — New England Magazine. 

Robert Buchanan thus assails the critics in The London Chronicle: 
“Literature can always take care of itself, and contemporary judgments upon 
it are only the cacklings of geese in the Capitol. The gentlemen who affirm 
that all the great writers have departed are descendants of the gentlemen who 
thought Coleridge a ‘ driveller,’ Wordsworth an old woman, and Shelley a moon- 
struck noodle, and who bewailed pathetically the golden age of Pope and Cowper. 
A writer must be a dead man, either physically or morally, before the geese 
approve him. They hissed, until he was stiff and cold, the greatest of all living 
Americans, and when he was laid in his grave only one man, an atheist by pro- 
fession, had the courage to speak the funeral oration. They tormented and 
insulted Robert Browning for forty years, and then, when Westminster Abbey 
opened to him, cried, ‘ How great he was ! how sane and good I’ They bought 
twenty editions of ‘The Epic of Hades,’ and left James Thomson and Richard 
Jeffreys to starve. They did, in short, what human geese do under all seasons 
and conditions: they asked ‘if literature was played out,’ and assumed that it 
was because they had neither eyes to discern nor souls to distinguish between 
real literary achievements and bogus reputations.” 

Liberal thinkers in the churches are having a much pleasanter time now 
than in the time of Bishop Colenso thirty years ago. After the bishop published 
his book showing that certain statements and figures in the Pentateuch were 
inaccurate, he found himself almost universally ostracized. Men and women 
whom he had known intimately from childhood refused to speak to him. And 
so general was the detestation of him that his laundress in London refused any 
longer to wash his clothes, because she lost customers by coming into such close 
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Ancient Dentistry. — “ While no specific data can be obtained as to 
the origin of dentistry,-’ says a writer in the North American Review, “ we know 
it was practised among the Egyptians at a very early age. Herodotus (500 B.c.), 
in writing of his travels through Egypt, at that time one of the greatest and 
most civilized countries in the world, mentions the division of medicine in that 
kingdom into special branches, and the existence of physicians, each -of whom 
‘ applies himself to one disease only and not more. Some [physicians] are for 
the eyes, others for the head, others for the teeth, and others for internal dis- 
orders.’ It is thought that the Egyptians and Etruscans were further advanced 
in the art of dentistry than any other people in that early period, for teeth 
filled with gold have been found in the mouths of mummies, indicating their 
advanced ideas. These people were the first to supply artificial substitutes in 
the mouth. Belzoni and others have found artificial teeth made of sycamore 
wood in ancient sarcophagi. The mode of fastening was by ligatures or bands 
of cord or gold wire, tying the substitute to its natural neighbors. 

“In 1885 some specimens of prehistoric dentistry were brought to this 
country by an English dentist of Liverpool. One was a gold plate with several 
human teeth attached. The specimens were found in an Etruscan tomb. The 
plate was ingeniously made, and I was surprised to see gold used for a base by 
such an ancient people.” 

He Got the Whisk. — Mr. had a new office clerk, who was recom- 

mended to him by the ladies of the W. C. T. U. for his strict temperance 
principles, which were exactly in accord with those of Mr. himself. 

“ Peters,” said Mr. to the new man yesterday morning, “ take some 

money from the drawer and go out and buy me a whisk.” 

“Trimmed or plain, sir?” asked Peters, with a glad, joyous look in his 
eyes. 

“Plain, of course; the plainer the better; something solid and substantial.” 

Peters was gone about half an hour. When he returned he carried a big, 
thick tumbler in his hand full of a dark red liquid. His voice sounded as if 
he had caught cold. 

“ Here’s your whisk,” said Peters, setting the decoction down suddenly in 
front of Mr. . 

“ Good heavens, man, what is this?” 

“ Whisk, whisk, that’s what,” said Peters, mysteriously. 

“But I wanted a whisk-broom.” 

“ Why didn’t sha sho? Thought it was ’breviation for whiskey. Nemmer 
mind, it won’t be wasted.” And he swallowed it on the spot. 

Peters is again looking for a place. — Detroit Free Press. 

Ma’s Shoe-Strings. — Susie’s mother sent her to the shoe-store the other 
day for some shoe-strings. The little girl tipped the door-latch and slowly 
walked up to the proprietor. 

“ Manima sent me down for a pair of shoe-strings,” and Susie fingered her 
money nervously as she jooked into the dealer’s face. The latter turned to a 
bunch of strings upon the wall and began to pull a couple out. Then he 
stopped. 

“ How long does she want them ?” 

Susie looked flustered. “ I don’t know, but I think mamma wants them 
to keep.” — The Wasp. 


CURRENT NOTES. 


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CURRENT NOTES. 


Unprejudiced Advice. — A Western Senator tells a story of a man 
travelling in a parlor-car between Omaha and Denver who fell asleep and, as 
Punch would say, “snored profusely from the nose,” so that every one in the 
coach was seriously annoyed. Presently, says the St. Paul Dispatch, an old 
gentleman approached the sleeper, and, shaking him, brought him out of his 
slumber with a start. 

“ What’s the matter?” he exclaimed. 

“ Why, your snoring is annoying every one in the car,” said the old gen- 
tleman, kindly. 

“ How do you know Pm snoring?” 

“ Why, we can’t help but hear it.” 

“ Well, don’t believe all you hear,” replied the stranger, and went to sleep 
again. 


“ A WRITER, who shall be nameless,” says Figaro, “ sent a story to a maga- 
zine. It was returned in an incredibly short space of time, with the remark 
that it ‘ lacked movement.’ 

“ After some calculation, which disclosed the fact that the manuscript must 
have reached New York by one mail and left it again by the very next out- 
going train, the writer sent the manuscript back to the same magazine, with the 
remark that, considering the time it had made, he didn’t see how they could 
expect a story to have a much swifter movement than that.” 


Newspapers in Japan. — There are one hundred and twenty newspapers 
and magazines published in Tokyo, the most important, from the stand-point 
of circulation, being the Asabi Shimbun, or Morning News, Asabi meaning 
“ morning” and Shimbun meaning “ news.” This paper enjoys a circulation 
of one hundred thousand copies daily, while at Osaka a paper of the same 
name prints over one hundred and thirty thousand copies every morning. 

The Daily News of Tokyo has a circulation of thirty thousand copies, but 
in spite of this small circulation it probably has fully as much weight with the 
intelligent reading community as have those papers which circulate more largely. 
The large circulation of the Morning News is greatly due to the fact that it 
prints from day to day continued serial stories of fiction, and on this account 
is largely bought by the women in Tokyo and vicinity. The Daily News 
does not adopt this feature, — which I think is American, — but, on the con- 
trary, devotes its space to all the news happenings of the day. The reporters 
of the Daily News “ cover” (as you say here) all the murders, suicides, fires, 
court trials, receptions, and social, theatrical, and sporting events, in a similar 
manner to the great American newspapers. It is also more fearless in its 
editorial utterances regarding politics, and, while Japan is an empire, it must 
be remembered that the people elect members to the House of Representa- 
tives. 

In addition to Morning News and the Daily News, there are thirty-three 
other daily papers in Tokyo, a large majority of which are morning papers. 
Japan has not as yet adopted to any extent the American custom of printing 
evening papers, either separate or in connection with the morning edition. — 
Sahei Ohashi, in Printers^ Ink, 


CURRENT NOTES. 


281 


The Latest about Suspendebs. — “ I believe most of the people who 
invent new-fangled suspenders and take out patents for them are crazy/' said a 
customer in a men’s furnishing store the other day. “ Can’t you give me a pair 
of old-fashion suspenders like those you sold me ten years ago?” 

“ Yes,” said the dealer, “ I can ; but these I am showing you are the latest 
things out.” 

“ But, confound it, man, I do not want the latest things out,” roared the 
customer ; “ all I need is a pair of ordinary, every-day suspenders, Guyots I 
think they are called, and you show me a crazy sort of thing with a lot of 
wheels and pulleys and weights and things. Why, it would take a man a week 
to learn to get into that thing, and, once in, it would take a week to get out. 
Every time I come here to get a pair of suspenders you try to sell me some- 
thing different, and usually it is a new patent of some sort. Now, you 
know as well as I do that there has not been an improvement made in sus- 
penders in fifty years that has amounted to a row of pins, and there is no sus- 
pender made which can compare with the genuine Guyots made in Paris by 
Charles Guyot. And, although you change your entire stock of suspenders 
every little while, you will, I am sure, own up that I am right.” 

“ Yes, you are right,” the dealer replied, “ perfectly right, but we outfitters 
must keep up with the times. These cranks keep on bringing out new things, 
each new suspender more complicated and more idiotic than the one which went 
before. But a fancy article commands a fancy price. Yet all first-class 
dealers must keep the Guyots for thousands of customers who, like you, are 
not willing to make experiments, and stick to the Guyots, which are universally 
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CURRENT NOTES. 


“ We are indebted to Mr. C. C. Burt,” says The Electric Sparky for this 
extract from his pen descriptive of Frank R. Stockton’s personal appearance : 

“ ‘ With large dark eyes, features angularly strong and varied, and a face 
of great sensibility, his speech is intensely practical and idiomatic, and his 
usual manner serious to the verge of sadness. But when his eyes look outward 
they always smile ; his deep, quiet voice is ever the voice of leisure and geniality, 
even when the situation demands the sarcasm it gets. When fun is going forward 
his eyes laugh heartily ; but even when his face shows that he is convulsed his 
merriment is almost soundless. It is the laughter of a man whose risibles have 
lost their voice through a persistent habit of laughing to himself.’ ” 

Whittier’s Color-Blindness. — I had engaged a little room in what was 
known as “Celia Thaxter’s cottage” at Appledore; but on my arrival I found 
that Mr. Whittier had been “ moved by the spirit” to make a few days’ visit at 
this delectable summer resort, relying on the kindness of friends to find him a 
quiet corner. It was my privilege to give up my room to him, and Mrs. 
Thaxter kindly welcomed me to hers. 

Both poet and poetess were early risers, and Mrs. Thaxter would come 
breezily into the parlor in white morning gown, bringing a wealth of blossoms 
and vines from her garden. Mr. Whittier would be sitting on the sofa, absorbed 
in the last new poet, whose fledgling was sure to be found upon Mrs. Thaxter’s 
table. 

One morning she appeared with her hands full of scarlet poppies, of un- 
usual size and hue. 

“ Aren’t these superb?” she exclaimed. 

“Yes,” was Mr. Whittier’s quiet response. “But why do you gather 
them ?” 

“ Because they are so splendid. Did you ever see such a gorgeous red?” 

“Red I” exclaimed Mr. Whittier; “do you call that red? To me the 
flowers seem rather gray ; only a little brighter than the leaves.” 

And then we realized that the poet was color-blind, and that perhaps 
accounted in part for those wondrous introspective eyes. If the world looked 
“gray” to him, no wonder he gazed within and saw visions which were in part 
denied to his outward eye. Possibly his Quaker life and traditions were in part 
responsible.—HELEN M. Knowlton, in the Philadelphia Inquirer. 

The Servant was Horrified.— Dr. S. had last winter a newly-arrived 
Hibernian for a servant; he had also recently purchased a pair of porpoise- 
leather boots. His wife, attracted by the novelty of the new foot-wear, asked 
the doctor in the presence of the servant what they were made of, to which he 
responded, “ Porpoise-hide.” 

Shortly after the lady from the. Emerald Isle interviewed Mrs. S. and an- 
nounced her intention of “ laving whin me week is up.” Mrs. S., somewhat 
surprised, asked the disturbed domestic the reason for her announced departure, 
to which Bridget responded, with a horrified air, — 

“ Yer husband is a docther, mum, an’ I’ve heard them docthers do be 
cuttin’ up people, an’ didn’t I hear urn, wid me own ears, say that the boots of 
him were made of pauper’s hide? It’s me own ould father that died in the 
poor-house, an’ I wouldn’t be sarvin’ a haythen that uses the skin of the poor 
to cover his dirthy feet wid.”— Commercial Bulletin. 


THE ST. LOUIS FESTIVITIES. 


283 


THE ST. LOUIS FESTIVITIES. 

The annual Autumnal Festivities at St. Louis will commence at the end of 
this month and continue through September and the first three weeks of October. 
Those who have seen what St. Louis has done in past years in the way of festivi- 
ties and carnival will not be surprised' to hear that the programme for this year 
is one of the grandest ever attempted by any city. The Autumnal Festivities 
Association with its almost world-renowned million-dollar entertainment fund 
will make Columbian year its grand culminating triumph, and will spare neither 
expense nor effort to make the festivities all that the most exacting could desire. 

Work has already been commenced on the preliminaries for the grand 
street illuminations, w'hich will resemble those of past years in their magnifi- 
cence, but which will include a number of new features of the most attractive 

and delightful char- 
acter. All the lead- 
ing down-town 
streets are now being 
fitted with arches 
and clusters, w'hich 
will be illuminated 
during the carnival 
period by aid of tens 
of thousands of elec- 
tric- and gas-lights 
shining through 
globes of many 
colors most artisti- 
cally arranged. 
These illuminations 
also extend as far as 
two miles from the 
river, and afford en- 
tertainment for hun- 
dreds of people. 

St. Louis is one 

FLAG ARCH, GRANT STATUE. of the best-equipped 

cities in the world 

from electricians’ point of view, and hence there is abundance of “ power” for 
both electric illuminations and electric panorama and set pieces. Last year 
the panorama of light proved a success beyond all expectation, and the discovery 
of America and its gradual settlement were vividly portrayed by a series of 
tableaux declared by critics from all parts of the world to be the grandest tri- 
umph in electrical illumination ever attempted. An illustration is given of one 
of the most successful of the many set pieces of this character, which attracted 
thousands of delighted spectators last year. St. Louis believes in novelty as 
well as magnificence, and hence it will not repeat without variation its pro- 
gramme of 1892, and the illustration given is little more than a reminder and 



284 


THE ST. LOUIS FESTIVITIES. 


an indication of the class of work upon which the city bases its claim as a 
great entertainer and a lavish spender when the delight of its friends and 
visitors is its object. 

The plans for 1893 are only in part completed, and the preparations are not 
sufficiently advanced to enable full details to be published. It is not, however, 
too early to state that Washington Avenue will be a blaze of electricity right 
from the approach to the Eads Bridge to the University on Eighteenth Street, 
or that some of the street arches will be of an entirely new pattern, with count- 
less improvements on past achievements. 

The illuminations are but a feature of the carnival. The attractions 
offered to visitors are of a very varying character, extending over the period 
already named, with street illuminations on the most prominent nights. The 
Exposition will open for its Tenth Annual Season on September 6, remaining 
open until October 21. This is the only successful annual Exposition in the 
world, and it has been self-supporting from its initial season, although the 
price of admission is but twenty -five cents, with no extras of any kind for side- 
shows or special attractions. This year, while many of the successes of past 
seasons will be repeated, there will be a great deal of the novel as well. 

The musical feature has always been a prominent one at the Exposition, 
and in this department again there will be a great deal of the novel and high 
class. Sousa’s Band will give four concerts daily throughout the entire season. 
This is one of the finest and most popular bands in America, and the large 
music hall in the centre of the Exposition, which will accommodate six thou- 
sand or seven thousand listeners, will be crowded to its utmost capacity during 
the special copcerts. 

The Annual Fair will be held the first week in October, with Fair Thurs- 
day, as usual, the great day of days. An attendance of one hundred and fifty 
thousand will not be largely in excess of the best record yet made, but as since 
last October three additional electric street-car lines connecting the Fair 
Grounds with the down-town section have been equipped, no difficulty will be 
experienced in conveying the enormous crowds of people out to the great agri- 
cultural and mechanical exhibition. 

On Tuesday of the same week the annual parade and ball of the Veiled 
Prophet will take place. This will be one of the grandest and most remarkable 
events of the entire festivities, and Eastern people who have not seen the 
pageant will find it to their advantage to make arrangements to do so. This, 
the best appreciated of all the carnival attractions, is witnessed every year by 
hundreds of thousands of people, and the windows along the route of the pro- 
cession are crowded with eager on-lookers and delighted spectators. 

St. Louis, owing to its excellent railroad facilities, can be easily reached 
from all parts, and its attractions, entirely apart from its carnival, are so great 
that all visiting the World’s Fair should make a point of obtaining tickets 
granting them the privilege of remaining three days in St. Louis. Where it is 
not convenient to obtain stop-over tickets, visitors to the World’s Fair can 
secure transportation to St. Louis and purchase tickets from that city to Jack- 
son Park without incurring additional expense beyond a very few cents in so 
doing. The opportunity to see the great Western and Southwestern metropolis, 
and the home of the great Exposition and annual carnival, is too great to be 
overlooked, and no one should miss the opportunity which the reduced railroad 
rates afford. 


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No. 307. **THE TltfPVBLESOHE LADY^’ plrli!-' 

No. 306. **THE TRANSLATION OE A SAVAGE*' * ’ ’ 

rtrtc iBwwp^ Tiff'MT’ ®y Rosfil Noucncttc C8»r6j . 

No! 301.' ^rcOLVHBVS IN LOVE" • ®y 

No. 303. ^*WARING*S 

No. 302. " THE EIRST • 

No. 801. ^*A EACIEIC ENCOUNTER" By Mary E. Stickney. 

No. 300. ** FEARCE AMERSON'S WILL" By Richard Malcolm Johnston. 

No. 299. MORE THAN KIN" By Marion Harland. 

No. 298. « THE KISS OE GOLB" By Kate Jordan. 

No. 297. ** THE BOOMSWOMAN" By Gertrude Atherton. 

No. 296. **THE MARTLET SEAL" By Jeannette H. Walworth. 

No. 295. ** WHITE HERON" By M. G. McClelland. 

No. 294. **JOHN GRAY" (A Kentuchy Tnie of the, Olden Time) . . By James Lane Allen. 

No, 293. **THE GOLBEN ELEECE" By Julian Hawthorne. 

No. 292. BUT MEN MUST WORK" By Rosa Nouchette Carey. 

No. 291. << A SOLBIER'S SECRET" By Captain Charles King, U.S.A. 

No. 290. ROY THE ROYALIST" By William Westall. 

No. 289. **THE PASSING OE MAJOR KILGORE" By Young E. Allison. 

No. 288. *‘A EAIR BLOCKABE-BREAKER" By T. C. De Leon. 

No. 287. **THE BUKE ANB THE COMMONER" By Mrs. Poultney Bigelow. 

No. 286. LABY PATTY" By the Duchess. 

No. 285. CARLOTTA* S INTENBEB" By Ruth McEnery Stuart. 

No. 284. **A BAUGHTER'S HEARP* By Mrs. H. Lovett Cameron. 

No. 283. *^A ROSE OF A HUNBREB LEAVES" By Amelia E. Barr. 

No. 282. ** GOLB OF PLEASURE" By George Parsons Lathrop. 

No. 281. ** VAMPIRES" By Julien Gordon. 

No. 280. MAI OEN'S CHOOSING" By Mrs. Ellen Olney Kirk. 

No. 279. *^THE SOUNB OP A VOICE" By Frederick S. Cozzens. 

No. 278. *^A WAVE OF LIFE" By Clyde Fitch. 

No. 277. « THE LIGHT THAT FAILEB" By Rudyard Kipling. 

No. 276. *^AN ARMY PORTIA" By Captain Charles King. 

No. 275. A LAGGARB IN LOVE" By Jeanie Gwynne Bettany. 

No. 274. A MARRIAGE AT SEA" By W. Clark Russell. 

No. 273. THE MARK OE THE BEAST" By Katharine Pearson Woods. 

No. 272. ** WHAT GOLB CANNOT BUY" By Mrs. Alexander. 

No. 271. THE PICTURE OE BORIAN GRAY" By 0.scar Wilde. 

No. 270. ** CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIBENCE" By Mary E. Stickney. 

No. 269. ** A SAPPHO OE GREEN SPRINGS" BvBretHarte. 

No. 268. A CAST FOR FORTUNE" By Christian Reid. 

No. 267. ** TWO SOLBIERS" By Captain Charles King, U.S.A. 

No. 266. ^*THE SIGN OF THE FOUR" Bv A. Conan Do vie. 

No. 265. ^^MILLICENT ANB ROSALINB" By Julian Hawthorne. 

No. 264. ALL HE KNEW" By John Habberton. 

No. 263. ** A BELATEB REVENGE" By Dr. Robert Montgomery Bird. 

No. 262. CREOLE ANB PURITAN" By T. C. De Leon. 

No. 261. SOLARION" Bv Edgar Fawcett. 

No. 260. ** AN INVENTION OF THE ENEMY" By W. H. Babcock. 

No. 259. **TEN MINUTES TO TWELVE" By M. G. McClelland. 

No. 258. A BREAM OF CONQUEST" By General Lloyd Brice. 

No. 257. *<A CHAIN OF ERRORS" By Mrs. E. W. Latimer. 

No. 256. THE WITNESS OF THE SUN" By Amalie Rives. 

No. 255. BELLA'BEMONIA" By Selina Dolaro. 

No. 254. <‘A TRANSACTION IN HEARTS" By Edgar Saltus. 

No. 253. HALE- WESTON" By M. Elliot Seawell. 

No. 252. *^BUNRAVEN RANCH" By Captain Charles King, U.S.A. 

No. 251. ^^EARTHLINGS ' By Grace King. 

No. 250, QUEEN OF SPABESf" and Autobiography By E. P. Roe. 

No. 249. **HEROB ANB MARIAMNE." A Tragedy By Amalie Rives. 

No. 248. MAMMON" By Maude Howe. 

No. 247. **THE YELLOW SNAKE" By Wm. Henry Bishop. 

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Barbara Dering. By Amalie Rives. 

Broken Chords. By Mrs. George McClellan. 

Was He the Other. By Isobel Fitzroy. 

But Men Must Work. By Rosa N. Carey. 

A North Country Comedy. By M. Bethan-Edwards. 

One of the Bevans. By Mrs. Robert Jocelyn. 

No. 140. A Family Likeness. By Mrs. B. M. Croker. 

No. 139. A Sister’s Sin. By Mrs. H. Lovett Cameron. 

No. 138. Sir Godfrey’s Grand-daughters. By Rosa N. Carey. 
No. 137. A Big Stake. By Mrs. Robert Jocelyn. 

No. 136. For His Sake. By Mrs. Alexander. 

No. 135. A Daughter’s Heart. By Mrs. H. Lovett Cameron. 
No. 134. Lady Patty. By the “ Duchess.” 

Old Dacres’ Darling. By Annie Thomas. 

A Covenant with the Dead. By Clara Lemore. 

Corinthia Marazion. By Cecil Griffith. 

Only Human ; or Justice. By John Strange Winter. 

The New Mistress. By George Manville Fenn. 

A Divided Duty. By Ida Lemon. 

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WITH THE WITS. 


Up went the brave towards heaven ^s 
wave and superheated Sol, 

With grasp upon the robe that sent 
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simply out of sight.” 






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And fanned the flame that in his wrath 
grew to a hot intent : 

He’d scalp the chap, if he pursued to 
the horizon’s brim ; 

And all he asked at present was to get 
the drop on him. 


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WITH THE WITS. 





All sudden reformation, it is said, must have relapse. 

Which will explain poor Lo’s decline to some extent, perhaps. 
There’s lots of ardor in ascent, but surfeit at the top ; 

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Upon the ground, too w'eak to run, too terrified to pray. 




His scalping-knife was in his hand, and with a wroth ado 
He meant to show that quaking sage he knew a thing or two ; 
For all that meagre thatch of hair on the professor’s sconce. 
Which it had taken years to raise, he meant to raise at once. 
He would, besides— a newer thought set vengeful wit awake — 
He’d make the scientist devour his own expansive cake. 

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WITH THE WITS. 



Now one by one the cakes were forced to Puffem’s sore inside. 
Whose swelling girth began to take proportions round and wide, 
And, always an ambitious man, he seemed about to ride 
To altitudes which sullen Fame had hitherto denied. 

And when the last rebellious gulp lodged in its bursting pent, 

He left the warrior's hold and sailed towards the firmament. 



Away he went just like a ball in his erratic flight. 

Hailed by the warrior's gleeful howls of barbarous delight ; 
And as on each successive spurt he seemed new force to gain. 
The eagles and the sparrowhawks took up the brave's refrain. 
Till by and by, as o'er the verge he faded from the view. 

The air appeared to sound one long ironical adieu. 

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and the famous Lake Region of New York, it reveals a series of landscapes 
unsurpassed in beauty, grandeur, and diversity. 

Over the Reading Railroad’s “Scenic Lehigh Valley Route” four trains 
in either direction, every day, carry through Pullman Buffet Parlor- and 
Sleeping-Cars between New York and Philadelphia and Chicago, via either 
Buffalo or Niagara Falls. The trains are splendidly equipped, being provided 
with all 'the modern and improved appliances for safety, comfort, and lux- 
ury. An agreeable feature of this line is the absence of smoke, soot, and 
cinders, all locomotives being fuelled with clean, hard anthracite coal. 
Whether for pleasure touring or for business travel, the attractions of this 
line are unequalled. 

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GCNCRAL PASSCNGCR AGENT, PHILADELPHIA. 


A. W. Nonnemacher, 

ASST. GEN. PASS, ACT., SOUTH BETHLEHEM, PA. 


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WITH THE WITS. 


A moral should in every case conclude a moral tale, 

Though, like a postscript, — as a rule, — it is of small avail. 

It often seems, in framing schemes comparatively new. 

That their devisers “ bite off more than they can safely chew.'' 
No one expects that one's own saws will one's own needs suffice ; 
We like to give much better than we like to take advice. 

That large philosophy of ours, it has been long agreed. 

Is not for uses personal, but for a neighbor's need. 

Instructors do not lead the lives they so benignly teach. 

And preachers are not often forced to practise what they preach. 




Suppose that some derisive day it suddenly transpired 
That each in his true character was forced to be attired. 

And all the sage advice we give — and no one ever takes — 

We were obliged to gulp ourselves, like Puffem's yeasty cakes ; 
Suppose all sage philosophies, all sermons, would react. 

And make their vague constructors mould them to accomplished fact : 
Where were such occupations then ? Ask of the Sphinx sedate, 

Or find the easy answer in Professor Puffem's fate. 


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